A Comet's Tale

Ill leave it to interpretation, I'd be interested what you all think its about. It is based on personal experience.

Dirt made a home on her skin,

day consumed by nights dark veil,

skin that used to be sheltered,

glistening, clean and pale.

A small bag is all she owned,

clothes weathered and tattered,

a sign of harshness endured,

stuck in a life that never mattered.

She growled just like a lioness,

she never had her fill,

those who were responsible,

they never foot the bill.

The only thing not empty,

was her beating, bleeding, heart,

full of love to give,

but received none from the start.

Her eyes just like the ocean,

boundless depth she had within,

rehearsed and masked meticulously,

with a thespian grin.

She walked as she had purpose,

although plainly had none,

head bowed just like a willow tree,

when the harshness won.

Pieces trail behind her,

shimmering specks of fairy dust,

fragments taken from her,

as she lay down to rust.

Her tale is not over,

corrosion did not win,

once the dust has settled,

she will walk again.

Harshness cannot slay,

what beats inside her chest,

love and beauty overcame,

each and every test.

She will grow her wings,

she will finally fly,

a glimpse will be seen of her,

in a moonlit sky.

If you look hard enough,

just like a shooting star,

you'll see the dusty comet's tail,

her trail from afar.

Author's Note

I might edit this one, thoughts, interpretations and comments are welcome.

Reviews

[Akshay]

As the person before me said, I very much like the rhymes in this. I really look forward to reading new pieces from you. A good write.

[DJ]

It is absolutely beautiful. You evoked so much emotion from me with this write. I think it is one of the best you have written thus far. Your rhyme is flawless, its emotional and well written.