The young girl with colorless cheeks
Her hands as rough as the winter cobbled sheets
Her hair as soiled as the roots of an old tree
Her stomach as empty as a small hungry baby
Her eyes were lingering on the ceiling of a small room
That contained nothing
But empty shelf,an old rug,and a few books
As she wished she was able to read them all
Piece to piece
As She was laying quietly
Like the flower’s bed under her small window
She was thinking of her youth that was wasted
Her heart that was abandoned
Her imagination that has been faded
And of her parents that was parted
And she was thinking of all her pain inside
Since the day she was given away as a bride
To an old man
With tears in her eyes
And her right hand on her heart
She suddenly realized that her path has already been chosen
A path that’s very narrow, yet straight
And she had to grant the wishes
Of her unborn child that was breathing inside of her
For better life
With determination and strength
Shahla Latifi
08-04-2015