Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]

Psalm of Forgiveness

She absorb all the words they say to her,
Like a knife that kills her until she runs for a breathe,
Her blood uncloak into the ground,
And wipes it on her own.
She stood up and speak for the truth—
Frightened.
And the story from her chilhood memories blown away,
But they crushed her again into a million pieces,
Burn her soul and dreams,
Assasinate her flame instead of hearing her thoughts,
They say "You're mouth is a trash. You don't have respect."
"You're too high to fly, go bow down. Be a dog and follow me."
"You're just a child."
It depresses her so much. Their motto is once you speak, you're rude.
She lose hope at everything to everyone.
The people who-shall-not-be-named hate her so much.
And she feels like it's rainy season throughout the years,
Stucked in darkness that blind her for an endless time,
So she disappeared from the voices she heard every night,
And decided to fight in silence
While collecting her ashes from the ground they burned,
Taped every hole in her body
And feed it with good energy.
She return from death like the sun sleeping for a long night,
Finally the daylight has come.
With a heavy sigh she said "I can't fight physically but I can fight verbally."
She remembered generously the words they say,
She writes it down and save it to her mind.
They can't take her story easily from her—
like the Rose of the little Prince.
She is a woman with a dream—
A unique one and a divergent.
She's not a child that needs candy to shut up.
She's grateful to have a compassionate mother
And siblings supporting her up to the finish line.
She hold onto the people who truly loves her,
And value her.
Now, she's waiting for karma they deserve.
This isn't a poem of revenge,
It's a psalm of forgiveness,
And letting go of things she can't change,
That no matter how people have become harsh to her,
She can still love them as a human.