Ashen walls tried to silence
Huddled half-lit halls hushed
The stone stood
Against any advance
As it had for so long
Yet she smiled
Steps forced lethargic
On carpeted halls
That held her feet
Preventing the dance
Joy was to be a memory
Yet she smiled
She was to spend her time
In
Research
To learn more and more
About less and less
Til she was the master
Of nothing
Yet she smiled
She would not be shamed
Dour faces would
Labeled heretic
Labeled heretic
From in her slender lips
Lay the danger
Breathing life
Beauty burst
Unabashed
Unashamed
Beating back
Those that challenge
To stifle
The life
That had to burst
The harvest was ripe
From the fire that burned within
For in beauty brazen
She smiled
Nice. I like it. Especially the 'till she was master of nothing.' That's how I feel most of the time...yet, I smile. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! (and no matter what... continue to smile! :) )
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