Poetry
A new me . . .
No suicide pill could ease the pain that
She had been growing within her bosom.
Even death could not out pass it, or multiple rebirths.
It was the walk she finally thought, a walk
That would change her destiny and set her free.
Two paths lay ahead, one rugged, the other smooth.
She chose the rugged path over the smooth,
Aware of the challenges that it would offer.
She would slip, fall, bleed and cry.
Yet she was determined that she would try.
The hope of a new destiny that would
Change the course of her life.
That would make her what she ought to have become.
Before the walk she chose a task.
To unzip the “old me†and leave it behind.
Because the new “me “would be taking shape soon.
The rugged path would not be smooth going, she knew.
It made her cry, scream and bleed.
But these tears and this pain were better than the first
Because both the tears and the pain were hers,
And not the pain inflicted by someone else on her.
She had finally zipped “in†her new “meâ€.
They say that caged birds must fly
And find their own skies
And that's what the rugged path taught her.
She had been growing within her bosom.
Even death could not out pass it, or multiple rebirths.
It was the walk she finally thought, a walk
That would change her destiny and set her free.
Two paths lay ahead, one rugged, the other smooth.
She chose the rugged path over the smooth,
Aware of the challenges that it would offer.
She would slip, fall, bleed and cry.
Yet she was determined that she would try.
The hope of a new destiny that would
Change the course of her life.
That would make her what she ought to have become.
Before the walk she chose a task.
To unzip the “old me†and leave it behind.
Because the new “me “would be taking shape soon.
The rugged path would not be smooth going, she knew.
It made her cry, scream and bleed.
But these tears and this pain were better than the first
Because both the tears and the pain were hers,
And not the pain inflicted by someone else on her.
She had finally zipped “in†her new “meâ€.
They say that caged birds must fly
And find their own skies
And that's what the rugged path taught her.
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