She is small,
innocently young,
yet wise enough to understand
that this is wrong.
Her voice is quiet,
silenced by the overpowering man,
tall and large,
towering over her.
She is smart enough,
knows when to bite her tongue,
brushing back her curls,
knowing one day she will be
free to say
whatever she may.
Until then she paints her chains,
pink and gold,
making light out of
every corner,
making colours from
the darkness.
Her character will stay
strong, spirit unbroken,
her scars will be a storybook,
detailing chapters,
lines and lines of ink,
every scar a new chapter,
telling the story
of the brave,
and the downfall
of the evil.
YOU ARE READING
Delicate Flower
ŞiirThis is a Compilation of my originals poems, mostly drawn from my real life, some inspired by others'. From happiness, motherhood, sadness, grief, anger, this compilation of works really covers emotions and thoughts covering a wide range of experie...
