Every one is entirely unaware.
No one understands the pain.
Her screams awaken the night, as a dogs loud rusty bark.
Crying,
Screaming,
But there is no one to hear her,
She is neglected, invisible.
Trying to embrace what she feels is undignified.
Why cant they understand the sorrow,
How her heart bleeds and cry’s for help.
No one will take notice.
She wants to avoid the prudence,
Being laughed at,
Made fun of, invisible,
But its unfortunate of those who lack civility.
Her indignity of self pride.
She questions her purpose,
Claiming she is worthless to ones belief.
Alone at night,
Her body resurfaces from beneath the water,
Diligently,
Quietly,
Softly, invisible.
Reaching for the structure of a hand rail,
She withdrawals herself to the floor,
Bedewed.
She gazes at her reflection.
The mirror signifies her existence.
She is no longer invisible.
She is capable of change.
As a newly blossomed orchid,
Evolving into a beautiful flower.
Embody yourself,
Expand your horizon of possible limits,
And you will embrace yourself.
Just something I wrote in grade 10. I was pretty proud of it at the time, and it was published in a book for young poets. Now, looking back on it, there's lots of room for improvement, but pretty cool to have been published back then! <3
