I had not seen my privilege
Until tears crossed their face,
Most barely keeping up to all
The world's erratic pace.
You see the sorrow in their eyes
Like ever changing seas
And hear the famished vulture's cries
That tear into their glee.
It's in the girl who flies so high,
She's beaten down the most
She doesn't have the will to try
And wanders as a ghost.
It's in the girl who stands so tall
But fights with demons deep inside,
Trying hard to staunch and stall
The changing of her tide.
It's in the girl who seems so calm,
Midst raging storms within,
Stuck with the ticking of a bomb
Whose countdown soon begins.
Hiding darkness is their duty
Yet it leaves a strain,
Because the presence of pure beauty
Does not include the absence of pain.
-sew
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Th Absence of Pain
PoetryI had not seen my privilege Until tears crossed their face, Most barely keeping up to all The world's erratic pace.
