Day-16 OctPoWriMo-2017 (Prompt-Losing your Fears and Tears )
She was trapped in her own shadows
The doors closed on her when she tried to open the windows
The stench surrounding that place was a hell of distress
The evenings traumatized her living days
She did everything in her power to break the shackles
How can she fight the demons sheltered in her homestead?
Their power harnessed in their eyes and hands
The power of domination and muscled strengths
Years went by and there was no hope to fight the evil
The soul was dead and so was the power of resilience.
The gray shadows grew with changing seasons.
How long can one lay in that stained existence?
There must be something one is born to fight and sustain
One day she understood her worth
She was the universal truth
A powerful force born on this earth
She was packed with endowed gifts
Patience, compassion, love, and faith were her companions
These were the weapons to fight the demons
And how she fought back!
A phoenix was out of the ashes
She walked tall leaving her footprints
On the sands of time for the future generations.
She was trapped in her own shadows
The doors closed on her when she tried to open the windows
The stench surrounding that place was a hell of distress
The evenings traumatized her living days
She did everything in her power to break the shackles
How can she fight the demons sheltered in her homestead?
Their power harnessed in their eyes and hands
The power of domination and muscled strengths
Years went by and there was no hope to fight the evil
The soul was dead and so was the power of resilience.
The gray shadows grew with changing seasons.
How long can one lay in that stained existence?
There must be something one is born to fight and sustain
One day she understood her worth
She was the universal truth
A powerful force born on this earth
She was packed with endowed gifts
Patience, compassion, love, and faith were her companions
These were the weapons to fight the demons
And how she fought back!
A phoenix was out of the ashes
She walked tall leaving her footprints
On the sands of time for the future generations.
Wow! Thank you for this powerful poem of resilience, Sunita. This is one of many lines that spoke to me:
ReplyDelete"How long can one lay in that stained existence?" xoA
We all are born with an inner strength .Just need that push to get ignited. Thank you for your constant support, Annis :)
DeleteBravo... That's the spirit... We all must learn to find strength from our weaknesses.
ReplyDeleteTrue that Dee :)
DeleteVery powerful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Cara :)
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