POETRY : MY THIRTY DAYS CHALLENGE ( COMPLETED)✔

DAY THIRTY ONE :

*life without suffering and experience*

"What is life without suffering?" The therapist asks a ten year old girl two weeks after the accident,
The accident that took her family alive,
The accident that came too soon,
The accident that took all her family to heaven while it left her behind,
The accident that tour her in halves,
The accident that gave her this wheel chair as a surprise,
The accident that made her paralyzed,
The accident that denied her of her basic rights,
The right to be happy,
The right to have a family.

"What is life without suffering?" The therapist asked again but this time in a more relaxing tone,
This time she was calmer and sweeter to the girl who hasn't even gotten to sixteen yet,
To the girl who can't even go back to her school yet,
The therapist said to the ten year of girl whose mother would not be there when her period starts,
To this ten year old girl that her mother won't be there on her weeding night.

"What is life without suffering?" The therapist asked again in a more anxious tone,
She asked as if her mother wasn't alive,
She asked as if she has ever been in pains before,
The therapist asked as if she was not there for the money,
She asked as if she did not cry the night of her last break up,
She asked as if she did not spend the last Christmas with her family,
As if her mother was not going to attend her weeding.

"What is life without suffering?" The therapist asked again and again and again,
And each time the room was more quite than the last,
She repeats her self and now her words were like music to this poor ten year old girl's ears,
Her words were like alcohol that you need not want,
Her words were like prayers for the dead family members,
Her words was like a headache that would not go away,
Her words were like salt that was being rubbed on a fresh wound,
Her words were the knife that slit this ten year old girl's heart in halves,
Her words were like rain in summer it was a good thing but it was not enough for the plants,
Her words were like a bullet for each one of this poor ten year old girls dead family member,
Like there where not dead in the first place.

"What is life without suffering?" The therapist asked the ten year old girl again,
"For the last time" the therapist said,
"What is life without suffering?" The therapist asked again,
At the perfect time she took her pen out as she wanted to label the poor girl crazy,
This time she was sure of her diagnosis,
After five hours of therapy today,
Each one for a stanza I made,
the poor ten year old girl finally said as she wheeled her chair out,
"What is life with experience and suffering if we are still going to make the same mistakes?" The poor ten year old girl said,
As she left a big question in the therapist's head.