Like fire in the rain
Hanging on every flame
She's the stone with cracks
She's the colour in your tracks
She is who she is and
Who she wants to be
She's free
She's the one who's brain is on fire
The one who sent us to Mars
The one with the voice of an angel
Also the one who has scars
Those scars that she's no more afraid to show.
The ones that now make her glow
She's the new leader
The new dawn
The one with medals for jewelry
Also the one who's playing on the lawn
The one who wears a saree
Don't forget the one with a pant suit
The one who travels in luxury
Is equal to the one who walks barefoot
A goddess to burn all evil
A mother to tend to the wounds
A sister with her head on your shoulder
A wife by your love groomed
Fighting for all she deserves
Now she's used to it
Doesn't realise, she's already proved her worth
Now she's the one shaking with mirth
At their shock that she made it
Their hanging jaws
When they held her down
She broke their laws
She is I
You, them and her
Let her.
YOU ARE READING
Faceless
Poetry24/6/20 #15 in communication *MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS* A bunch of poems from the perspective of someone going through mental health issues. In a changing world, we seem to be fine one only to break down the next. This is an attempt at portraying the...
