Is this how Life
Is supposed to work?
You're young until you're not,
You love until you don't,
You try until you can't,
You laugh until you cry,
You cry until you laugh,
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath.
But
Life isn't
And shouldn't be
That simple.
She
Was
Gone
In every sense of the word.
Sure, she was
Here,
But her mind
W a n d e r e d . . .
People moved on.
They
Abandoned
Her.
But the Wind never left her.
It whispered eternal secrets
In her ear.
And the sea never left her.
It serenaded her
With the deep, mournful hymns
Of its fathomless depths.
And the Angels never left her.
They wept for her,
Tears falling to earth:
Summer raindrops,
Morning dew,
Or a broken pearl necklace.
These tears –
They fell upon
The wistful face of this
Lonely
Forgotten
Girl.
She waited patiently
For someone to find her,
Lift her face skyward,
And murmur soothing thoughts.
But no one did.
She was
Alone.
She is a thunderstorm;
Brewing with dark thoughts,
Ominous obsidian clouds
Shrouding her,
Blinding her
From her true thoughts.
Thunderous tempers,
Lashing out like lightning,
Every inch of her being
Charged with white-hot electricity.
A whirlwind of sheer anger,
Filled with wild, reckless, unpredictable energy.
Enough power to shatter the sky,
As if the Heavens were to split apart above her,
Its light breaking free through the cracks left behind,
Electric blood coursing through her veins.
But once her storm of anger dies down,
It fizzles into torrential rain.
Time had stolen
What was not for it to steal,
And so the rain came down.
It was not so much
That the rain merely
F
E
L
L,
But it was the sensation of being rained upon.
It drenched her fate with sorrow and despair.
But before her journey
Screeched to an abrupt halt,
Memories of her life
Came flooding back to her.
For so long,
Society had driven her life
On autopilot.
But now,
She could grab the wheel
And take control,
For you must first pull back the bowstring
To shoot the arrow into flight.
She was destined for something
Farther than her imagination
Could take her,
Greater than her dreams
Could foresee,
And far beyond the limits
Society had set for her.
Getting the wind knocked out of her
Reminded her lungs
How much they loved
The taste of air.
And now,
Her once-reckless spirit
Had been tempered
By the flame of wisdom.
She almost lost everything,
But before it all faded
To oblivion,
She recognized the importance
Of her existence.
She learned
That you need to value life,
For it is a great treasure
That must be cherished.
Life is a journey.
Where will yours take
You?
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Forgotten Girl
PoetryThis is a very long poem I wrote for English class. Just wanted to share it and get some feedback, hopefully. Enjoy! -Meg :)