The whimsical woman was hard to control
From the day she was born her mind was her own
Though shadows and darkness lingered near
She ignored the signs and feelings of fear
Off into the world with her twisted view
Wondering, not seeing, why are Morals askew?
Allowing emptiness to fill her head
Letting imagination heal hate instead
Family questioned beliefs and morals
Whimsical notions no longer durable
Prejudice and Hatred caused bridges to burn
And from necessity fear was born.
As her eyes finally forced her to see
Lying, cheating, brutality
Her character was strong but now she doubted
Imagination died and love was clouded
Her light and passion began to fade
Like a sun that would not rise again
She joined in on the abuse of her mind
Too proud to watch others destroy it in time
“I cannot unknow the things I’ve seen
How can I live in a world so unclean?”
Her soul listened and told her inside
“It is your mind that has chosen to hide,
You claim to be proud but you cannot defeat
Ideas that devour inspiration, epiphany
Scared and alone is the way you will stay
Until you stop believing love is in your way.”
About the Creator
SouloCircus
With a degree in education, a decade of teaching experience, and a whole lot of "Mommy experiences", I try to make sense of the world around us.
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