Awakening
Posted: 28 Jun 2018, 10:54
I've only just started to delve into poetry, so here is one I crafted a few weeks ago. Please be kind!
Awakening
Like little Snow-White she was,
So young, so fair, so gentle.
She saw the world through delighted lens,
But an evil would soon descend.
Others saw her innocence and beauty
And trampled upon it like a lily.
“Get out of my sight!”
“You are not welcome here!”
“Your beauty is a myth, your worth does not exist!”
“You are weak, you are needless, you are monstrously hideous!”
Every word became a poisoned apple,
For which she had no choice but to taste.
Cold and bitter the world became,
And with it she shifted too.
Like a doe lost in the wood she was,
Until one day the light shined through.
The young one awakened from her cursed slumber,
The glass coffin could no longer hold her.
She decided to see life anew,
No longer afraid or downtrodden.
Some may say she blossomed,
With triumphant illumination.
She realized her gentleness was a gift
And those who trod on it had been cruel.
“It wasn’t my fault,” she said assuredly.
“Indeed, they are the ones to blame.”
So, then she grew into a woman, fair,
And henceforth fought for her happiness.
Those who abused her remained undefeated,
And yet she discovered inner power:
The courage to cherish her kindness, innocence, and beauty,
For they had never been vanquished at all.
She used her gifts for the greater good,
Something her poisoners would never undertake.
Never again would her villains sway her,
For deep within she knew:
No matter what happened, she would always win,
For they would never understand:
Beauty is only found in those
Who are most kind, pure, and true.
Awakening
Like little Snow-White she was,
So young, so fair, so gentle.
She saw the world through delighted lens,
But an evil would soon descend.
Others saw her innocence and beauty
And trampled upon it like a lily.
“Get out of my sight!”
“You are not welcome here!”
“Your beauty is a myth, your worth does not exist!”
“You are weak, you are needless, you are monstrously hideous!”
Every word became a poisoned apple,
For which she had no choice but to taste.
Cold and bitter the world became,
And with it she shifted too.
Like a doe lost in the wood she was,
Until one day the light shined through.
The young one awakened from her cursed slumber,
The glass coffin could no longer hold her.
She decided to see life anew,
No longer afraid or downtrodden.
Some may say she blossomed,
With triumphant illumination.
She realized her gentleness was a gift
And those who trod on it had been cruel.
“It wasn’t my fault,” she said assuredly.
“Indeed, they are the ones to blame.”
So, then she grew into a woman, fair,
And henceforth fought for her happiness.
Those who abused her remained undefeated,
And yet she discovered inner power:
The courage to cherish her kindness, innocence, and beauty,
For they had never been vanquished at all.
She used her gifts for the greater good,
Something her poisoners would never undertake.
Never again would her villains sway her,
For deep within she knew:
No matter what happened, she would always win,
For they would never understand:
Beauty is only found in those
Who are most kind, pure, and true.
