Finding Her Way…A Poem by AzkaInspired by and dedicated to the Publication "I'll Find My Way: An Anthology of Short Stories". Here's to never quitting, finding our ways and being our own identityTainted reflections of her own identity, Haunting through the eyes of her soul.
Burning ice and fire, Swimming through her flesh.
Where survival is little bit of something, And an innocent prisoner is a woman's heart.
The black garden away from the cliff, Is her fool's paradise, an offering for the gods.
Taming her wild self, within features of herself, Young ambitions, in her peaceful place of misery.
Words from her protector, for her sisters and Autumn Harvest, 'No' is not a choice, their first lesson being.
If home remembered not, in preparations of life, Is a chance taking charge, over her dead body.
Running water, and red swing set, Nothing turned into everything.
The hope-bringer hallucinated her, Stepping into the great game of a weak woman.
Following her music, she eons for a moment, Twenty-six seconds, and she takes her right decision.
Hours and infinity mattered no more, Warm, windless day, flushed sky.
A shift in space, and shackles of her trapped world break, Taking another chance at life, herself being her role-model.
Running away to another way, the fair way, Her Perfect choice, she goes on. By way of paved and unpaved paths, in search of herself, © 2016 AzkaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 7, 2016 Last Updated on August 7, 2016 Tags: identity, woman, finding herself, making choice, life, reflection, soul, survival, ambitions |