A young lady, living in her own world,
A world of no expression nor equality,
Blaming herself everyday,for loosing what she never had, looking at her life and all she saw was mad,bad,sad...
Cursing her birth and wishing her death,
Seeking happiness,yet pain was her only gain,
Repeatedly questioning her life in this world of no expression or equality.
Was she not good enough? Or perhaps her mourning seemed annoying in the ears of mankind,
Was the world so deaf to hear her cry? Or blindly ignorant to see her struggle?
Until an enlightening moment arose her way,
Her hurt and depression so close to transformation,
All in a sudden warm chilly day,
Change in a period of grounding range,
Slowly she strolled taking the narrowed path,
A path of rath suspiciously succeeding to build one's curiosity,
Each step taken with her eyes closed,
With her heart beating in furious pace,
Feeling the paleness of her face,
Her swollen fingers unpredictably leading her to the ground,
Where she picks up an unforeseen rose,
As she held the yellow rose...
She begin to experience a smooth touch,
As though she had found home the brightening colour,
Brightened her smile and she was no longer the same,
As she held the yellow rose...
She finally lost the blame

Belise R.S