TimelineA Poem by Hidden Happinessthe timeline of a girl who was born in the mountains
She starts her life as a fresh innocent soul
Brighter than the morning sun Her smile brought warmth amidst the cold Her locks, a fiery gold Her eyes, the bore a picture of heaven's dreams She was blessed, she was a dream. She starts to grow, her beauty drips Soaking the barren land of the hills The mountains, which once stood with pride It seems as if they try to hide Their defeated faces with the snow But it is from them she finds her strength As she works all day and night For a penny or two to help her thrive. She is now a complete woman A beauty worth staring at She gives nature a new meaning As she gifts the flowers with fragrance and beauty And some hopeless eyes, as if in a trance, stare Wishing one day she would be theirs But some eyes roll down too low As their imagination drifts to something dark A seizure if innocence, they blow her spark. One day she belongs to someone else She is still beautiful, but her vibrancy long gone She is something with which he plays Like a rag doll or a puppet made of clay No one to heal the bruises in her heart She is a piece of meat that knows to give birth The little birds, whom she raises with a love so deep, soon flies And he dies All alone, she is left behind. She goes back to the hills Where she spent days so full of hope The mountains no longer give her strength They just stare at her, cold She is growing old She sits alone in a rusty armchair The wrinkles have now started to appear Her glasses are broken, no one to fix it Like no one was there to fix her heart. The clock strikes on, as she waits for Death She slowly breathes her last breath But comes for her, her beautiful past The innocent child, the vibrant teen and the beautiful woman And together they walk hand in hand Away to a far-off land Where she is human, she is woman, she has her rights Where she is something she wanted to be her whole life.
© 2012 Hidden HappinessAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorHidden Happinesswonderland, words cityAboutUmmm what to say, well writing along with music has been my best friends who helped me out in every difficulty, picked me up when I was down and wiped away my tears to put a smile on my face. I love r.. more..Writing
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