What once was white
has now been stained
by a life of undue suffering.
What once was white
now turns black as it glides
through my fingers.
All the words
I carry on my back silently spilled,
those I never dared to say
because I was afraid and ashamed.
What once was white
has now been made red
with the wounds I dared to open,
though my skin has not bled.
I pricked my heart and let it flow
and now all know
what once was white.
What once was white
and crystalline
now is opaque as obsidian.
The diamond no longer shines
because dust and dirt has collected.
It's only a memory of something sweet.
What once was white
could now ne'er dress a bride.
She'd look and be horrified
to see the marks left behind.
Could one blame her?
Nothing could purify the marks
of what once was white.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
