Life through the eyes

a child not meant to be born
her soul was stronger than the destiny she was forlorn
Coming into this world she cried a spiritual soul
her mother heard her call and gave that child her all
An alcoholic father, a young mother lost
together they raised a saint at passion's cost
lost almost twice, she held her ground
tying into a spiritual song, of iridescent sound
she fought for her life,she gave it her all
she fell into the trap, singing a intense song
through the smoke, she saw the light
through the hard times she fought her fight
someone you may pass on the busy streets
someone you might lock eyes with and momentarily greet
only the passionate will see past her walls
and listen to her lonely midnight calls
one of the chosen, she has heard before
she prays for a savior to knock at her door
She knows  the storms will someday calm
but she don't know how long she can hold on

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

Until she must... to dance, in the serious moonlight. This soul of strength, given a song of sacred sage and ancestors, watch and wait. Through those hard times. Trials of trails for a child, who was 'meant' to be born. Passed on busy streets with all the feelings there contained. To write, "only the passionate will see past her walls -- and listen to her lonely midnight calls," beautiful lines from that heart felt one "chosen".
We don't "hold on," but 'carry on'...
To dance, the dream.

A wonderful write Trisha...

[light and ashes]

A lovely and strong poem. But one thing bothers me slightly. In the last line you use the word "don't" when it should be "doesn't." Not really a big deal. But you might want to change that little part? Maybe not though. Maybe using the word "don't" does something for the rhythum and flow of it. Either way very nicely done poem :]

[Rossen]

This is one of those times I want to shout out into the wind
BE STRONG HOLD ON HOLD ON
I see power in the way you put down into words.
and uplift the sole, beautiful.