Only words...
remembering someone who once travelled that path.
There was beautiful girl once,
with an ethereal smile on her lips,
a dancing light in her eyes,
and quick and light footsteps.
She was bold, strong and alone,
and barefoot..
She walked tall and proud,
never missing a step,
never distracted from her path,
always keeping faith in herself.
She was blessed by the god.
Suddenly the road became jagged shards
that tore at the soles of her feet.
She still walked quickly,
never missing a beat down the road,
painstakingly going on,
blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over.
Her eyes shone like jewels,
her faith forever strong.
After a while the shards stopped, the road still rough.
Her feet started to heel, blisters appearing.
She never looked back,
knowing that she had left a trail of blood behind her.
She started to meet some people along the way,
some holding her hand,
whispering sweet promises of unimaginable bliss and delight.
Some even showed her a mirror,
convincing her that she was too beautiful to be walking along the rough path,
telling her how so special she was.
She looked at the feet, thinking that she wasn't so perfect.
Still, after some time she began to believe them,
dancing along the road faster and laughing louder,
leaving everybody else behind.
The shards appeared again and this time they tore her feet open.
She stopped walking, tears streaming down,
wishing now that she had somebody to hold her hand
and help her overcome this trial down the path.
She started walking slowly, pausing often.
After a while, the same people she had met previously, joined her,
this time grabbing at her,
insidiously whispering about the filth that she was.
She couldn't understand their change in attitude.
When she glanced down in the pool of blood at her feet,
she saw somebody else looking back at her.
Someone, with hair plastered on her head,
a shrunken face and a hollow expression in her eyes.
The girl that she saw was so so different
from the one she had seen in the mirror.
She had lost the smile on her lips,
the light from her eyes had gone.
She was no more the beauty that walked down the path,
and when she looked around,
everybody else had already gone far ahead of her,
and the path had become obscured and dark.
She sat down for a while,
feeling lost and dejected,
the will she had to go on, disappearing.
She thought about what had happened to change her so much.
She knew that deep inside she was still the same person,
though others had treated her differently when they had met her again.
She looked at the pool of blood once more,
knowing this time that the wound she had received
was deep inside and irreversible...
Still she stood up,
wiping her face clean,
the determined glow in her eyes,
hiding the fact that her heart was in pieces,
and her spirit broken beyond repair.
Her head bowed,
she continued down the path,
resigned to her fate,
only looking at the blood coming out with each step she took.
Poetry by broken soul
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Written on 2012-01-22 at 11:01
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The path
I sat down and gazed at the road behind me,remembering someone who once travelled that path.
There was beautiful girl once,
with an ethereal smile on her lips,
a dancing light in her eyes,
and quick and light footsteps.
She was bold, strong and alone,
and barefoot..
She walked tall and proud,
never missing a step,
never distracted from her path,
always keeping faith in herself.
She was blessed by the god.
Suddenly the road became jagged shards
that tore at the soles of her feet.
She still walked quickly,
never missing a beat down the road,
painstakingly going on,
blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over.
Her eyes shone like jewels,
her faith forever strong.
After a while the shards stopped, the road still rough.
Her feet started to heel, blisters appearing.
She never looked back,
knowing that she had left a trail of blood behind her.
She started to meet some people along the way,
some holding her hand,
whispering sweet promises of unimaginable bliss and delight.
Some even showed her a mirror,
convincing her that she was too beautiful to be walking along the rough path,
telling her how so special she was.
She looked at the feet, thinking that she wasn't so perfect.
Still, after some time she began to believe them,
dancing along the road faster and laughing louder,
leaving everybody else behind.
The shards appeared again and this time they tore her feet open.
She stopped walking, tears streaming down,
wishing now that she had somebody to hold her hand
and help her overcome this trial down the path.
She started walking slowly, pausing often.
After a while, the same people she had met previously, joined her,
this time grabbing at her,
insidiously whispering about the filth that she was.
She couldn't understand their change in attitude.
When she glanced down in the pool of blood at her feet,
she saw somebody else looking back at her.
Someone, with hair plastered on her head,
a shrunken face and a hollow expression in her eyes.
The girl that she saw was so so different
from the one she had seen in the mirror.
She had lost the smile on her lips,
the light from her eyes had gone.
She was no more the beauty that walked down the path,
and when she looked around,
everybody else had already gone far ahead of her,
and the path had become obscured and dark.
She sat down for a while,
feeling lost and dejected,
the will she had to go on, disappearing.
She thought about what had happened to change her so much.
She knew that deep inside she was still the same person,
though others had treated her differently when they had met her again.
She looked at the pool of blood once more,
knowing this time that the wound she had received
was deep inside and irreversible...
Still she stood up,
wiping her face clean,
the determined glow in her eyes,
hiding the fact that her heart was in pieces,
and her spirit broken beyond repair.
Her head bowed,
she continued down the path,
resigned to her fate,
only looking at the blood coming out with each step she took.
Poetry by broken soul
Read 482 times
Written on 2012-01-22 at 11:01
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