SHE
A pair of cold feet 👣 beneath the rug ,
A pair of hands wiping away the rain upon the cheeks,
A pair of eyes bleeding from the wounds of the heart ,
And arms tryin hard to hide this piece of flesh n bone ....
That's she ... A character sketch of a 'she' ...just a she .
Four walls that are as pale as a corpse ...
staring back at her like ghosts of her dead wishes....
A door that opens not into the outside world...
but into a hell more dreadful ...
A bed that is as old as the scars on her soul...
An ocean of books that have been her paradoxical mates...
Her disguise to hide her loneliness...
And her only windows to the world ...
A strange magical box that connects people in the most deceitful ways ....
People whom you can't touch and see ...
Just read n hear !
Hear their tales of far away lands ...
Of snow clad mountains ...of the vast oceans...
Of deep valleys... Of sunlit skies ...
Of sands n beaches that drench them in themselves ....
Of the silent breezes that ruffle their hair...
Of the million city lights that illuminate the night ...
Of the thousand adventures that fill their memories ...
Of picture postcards to exotic food ...
Of different people to romantic moods...
And these tales seem so beautiful to her that she begs them to be told again n again....
These tales so magical that she closes her eyes n dreams of herself having her own stories....
These tales so adventurous that
no matter how much the difficulties ...
No matter how many times the downfall ...
No matter how many broken knees ...
All this child wants to do Is ...learn ..
Stand up once again ...n again ...n again ,
BUT MAKE HER OWN TALE !
And then suddenly...Thud!!!!
And the door opens ...
A mirror is shown to her...
A pair of cold feet 👣 beneath the rug ,
A pair of hands wiping away the rain upon the cheeks,
A pair of eyes bleeding from the wounds of the heart ,
And arms tryin hard to hide this piece of flesh n bone ....
And that's 'She ' ...just 'she .
© Athena Coelho
A pair of cold feet 👣 beneath the rug ,
A pair of hands wiping away the rain upon the cheeks,
A pair of eyes bleeding from the wounds of the heart ,
And arms tryin hard to hide this piece of flesh n bone ....
That's she ... A character sketch of a 'she' ...just a she .
Four walls that are as pale as a corpse ...
staring back at her like ghosts of her dead wishes....
A door that opens not into the outside world...
but into a hell more dreadful ...
A bed that is as old as the scars on her soul...
An ocean of books that have been her paradoxical mates...
Her disguise to hide her loneliness...
And her only windows to the world ...
A strange magical box that connects people in the most deceitful ways ....
People whom you can't touch and see ...
Just read n hear !
Hear their tales of far away lands ...
Of snow clad mountains ...of the vast oceans...
Of deep valleys... Of sunlit skies ...
Of sands n beaches that drench them in themselves ....
Of the silent breezes that ruffle their hair...
Of the million city lights that illuminate the night ...
Of the thousand adventures that fill their memories ...
Of picture postcards to exotic food ...
Of different people to romantic moods...
And these tales seem so beautiful to her that she begs them to be told again n again....
These tales so magical that she closes her eyes n dreams of herself having her own stories....
These tales so adventurous that
no matter how much the difficulties ...
No matter how many times the downfall ...
No matter how many broken knees ...
All this child wants to do Is ...learn ..
Stand up once again ...n again ...n again ,
BUT MAKE HER OWN TALE !
And then suddenly...Thud!!!!
And the door opens ...
A mirror is shown to her...
A pair of cold feet 👣 beneath the rug ,
A pair of hands wiping away the rain upon the cheeks,
A pair of eyes bleeding from the wounds of the heart ,
And arms tryin hard to hide this piece of flesh n bone ....
And that's 'She ' ...just 'she .
© Athena Coelho
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