Carefully coordinated destruction of the self,
turned to ashes, from ashes to dust, and from dust to naught…
It has forcefully removed all the old dependencies,
replacing what was once fake with the genuine version.
A call for help, once unheard, is now but a memory.
From naught to ashes, to dust, to ashes, to naught again…
What is it that she sought? Being heard, being accepted.
She sought having her views changed, so she could accept herself.
And just that, what she found… The courage to question the past.
From naught to dust, from dust to ashes, from ashes she’s born.
And the neverending loop comes to an end.