I had a snake in my heart's sleeve which cleansed me
The snake did not bite me, but its memories hurt me so much that my life ended
We have nurtured such snakes in our hearts , whose memories keep biting us. Even the rulers are surprised to see us alive, we were so immersed in its poison, yet we could not remove that snake from our hearts, we died remembering it, but could not forget it.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Ignited Minds and writers in Poets and other communities.
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx6 days ago in FYI
Comments (5)
best
Wow! The struggle is relatable.
Very deep.... :)
boy, this feels familiar
Something to think about when wanting to change something in living life.