Sprouting from the same soil
Roots penetrating deep down
Colour and DNA of our ancestors
Wrapping our flesh
Flowing through our veins
Reminding us
Of where we came from
Our lineage
The journey we will make
Fresh, bloom and then wilt
For we are all just leaves
About to fall from the tree of life
YOU ARE READING
Her Escape
PoetryWhen a girl finds herself in a world where she has a script to follow, she's only seen as a pretty face, but not heard or allowed to speak, that girl breaks free by creating a world of her own. HER ESCAPE.
