Sunday Sessions #12

Story behind this poem is that it kind of just came to me as I left work one day. I put the voice recorder on while driving home and just said what came to mind. Anyway feel like it is a pretty self absorbed poem but I guess we all are just trying to tell OUR story, right?

SHE Soft Hearted and Ethereal She was broken at birth She entered this world with a hole in her heart So she was always living from a place of lack She had to learn how to fight before her muscles had developed the strength to carry her And so, she was always a conqueror She was made for colour, for beauty But the world only gave her grey She was made for singing, for joy But the world only made her scream into the void She was nothing if not resilient Fighting her way up day after day Only to get knocked down and discouraged But she still got up each morning She was after all a child of the dawn Of light and life Of new beginnings She was soft but the world taught her how to be hard Weathered by storms She lost herself She forgot who she was made to be She gave in to the grey and darkness She embraced despair like an old friend She embrace the thing she was never meant to hold She embraced what she was only meant to endure And then she started to see the light again She started to live for light again She started to paint with colours again She danced in the rain She sang to the storm Never to be told that she wasn't whole Never Again Day broke and her soul awakened SHE Soft Hearted and Ethereal