Collection of Sober Poems

Woman

She was ruled by adversity,
because her kindness was taken for granted.
She was structured for a beautiful mess,
yet no one appreciated her being.
She knew the real thing,
but chose not to meddle for something.
She was observant,
always absorbent,
and chose to embrace it,
even if it broke her bit by bit.

She was a seeker of goodness,
for the world, for herself, and for others.
She loved uplifting everybody,
so that God would bless them
and they would offer their talents and gifts,
even if she forgot herself.
She was kind enough to give her selfless love
to those in need,
to those who had lost it,
and to those who had died for it.

She carried a brave heart,
the proof of her countless smiles,
so young, so pure, and so gentle,
even as she faced the storm,
the big waves in the ocean,
the lightning and thunder in heaven.
She continued to serve and love people
with the innocence and purity of her being
to accomplish her heart's content
as the finest creation of her creator.

Although she may have had it all,
some forgot that she still held the last red rose,
whose every thorn was her living misery.
Amidst the complexity of her life,
she gave her genuine intuition to others.
She was kind-hearted enough to give her tender smile
without giving a hint of suicide,
without leaving any trace of casualties,
without leaving any footprint of death.
She still held the paintbrush that sent her art to the earth.