THE PHOENIX
GOD GIVE ME THE STAIRSTO TREAD DOWN
THE SAD LANES OF THE PAST
AND ENTER THAT REMORSEFUL COTTAGE
WHEREIN CRIES THAT NEWBORN GIRL.
TO WALK AND TALK
SHE HAS BARELY LEARNT
STILL SHE HAS TO BEAR
ALL THE GRUNT.
HER BARBIES ARE GHOSTLY,
HAUNTED THEY LOOK;
STORIES ARE WITCHCRAFTED
IN HER STORY BOOK.
SHE CAN SEE A DEVIL
IN EACH OF HER FRIENDS;
HUMANITY
IS NO LONGER FRIENDS.
SHE HAS TAKEN TO TENDING
THE NEWBORN PUSSIES
AT LEAST THEY ARE,
PEACEFUL COMPANIES.
VIOLENCE STRIKES EACH TIME
HER HEART GOES PALE;
HER HEART STOPS BEATING
SHE CANNOT BREATHE THE GALE.
DOES GOD LIE
WHEN HE SAYS, HE LOVES CHILDREN?
THEN WHY DID HE SEND ME
TO THIS HAUNTED DEN
TO ENVISAGE A LIFE
FULL OF FUTILE STRIFE.
WITH INCOMPLETE GHOSTLY NIGHTMARES
HER DAY BEGINS
AND VIOLENCE TO HER
LULLABIES SINGS.
VIOLENCE AS A WATCHFUL DOG
WATCHED HER GROW
AS SHE QUIETLY BORE THE TANTRUMS
FATE WOULD THROW.
COUNT IN BLOODY TEARS
HER MANY YEARS.
A BILLION TEARS
FOR EACH OF THE YEARS.
SHE WANTED SOMEONE
TO SHARE HER PAIN
AND SOMEONE TO ASK FROM
"IS LIFE A BOON OR BANE".
SOMEONE WHO WOULD ALWAYS
REACH OUT ONE'S HAND
AND NEVER REFRAIN
SOMEONE WHO WOULD JUST HELP HER
FROM BEING INSANE.
SHE CHOSE ONE, THE BEST HAND IT WAS
HE HAD THE ANSWER TO ALL THE CHAOS.
"FUSS NOT DEAR", WHO ALWAYS WHISPERED IN HER MIND
HE WAS THE MOST BENEVOLENT, THE MOST MERCIFUL,
THE MOST KIND.
ALL THROUGH THE YEARS
OF PAIN AND DISASTERS
HE ADDED FUEL TO HER FLAME OF HOPE
AND TO LET HELPLESSNESS AND DESPAIR
HANG IN HER MIND
HE GAVE NO ROPE.
SHE DEVELOPED IMMENSE SELF RESPECT
BOLDNESS, COURAGE AND THE DESIRE TO LIVE
SHE REMOVED HER WEAKNESS
AND IMPROVED IN ALL ASPECT.
SHE GREW INTO A BEAUTIFUL MIND
A BREED RARE
AND PEOPLE WERE AGHAST
SEEING HER FARE.
SHE'S A GIRL
A GIRL UNINTERRUPTED
SHE HAS OVERCOME THE LITTLE HEART
WHICH EVIL HAD CORRUPTED.
SHE LOVES HER FRIEND, THE FRIEND SO TRUE
SHE DEVELOPS THE AROMA
TILL THEN HE'LL BREW.
IT'S A FAIRYTALE NOW
HOW SHE GREW
OUT OF THE PYRES
SHE CAME ANEW.
THAT'S HOW, WHEN GOD'S HELP COMES CALLING
SOARS HIGH, A MAN FALLING.
HE GIVES RISE
TO PEARLS OUT OF MUD
AND WOULD FORM FLOWERS
OUT OF THE PALEST OF A BUD.
LIFE'S ALL ABOUT HIGHS AND LOWS
ONE MERGES INTO THE OTHER
AS THE OTHER GOES.
HE TOLD HER "DON'T LOOSE HOPE"
AND SAVED HER FROM AGONY
AND A DARK LIFE
AND SO HOPE IS HER FOOD
AND ON IT SHE'LL THRIVE.
SHE CAME VOUT VICTORIOUS
AS A BRAVE SOLDIER WOULD
EVERYONE GAVE HER LAURELS
AND EVERYONE SHOULD.
Poetry by sania
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Written on 2006-10-27 at 10:45
Tags Girl Struggle
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