As a girl
With a strange curiosity
I watched my mother,
How she endured the drain of her beauty
Her youth was so brief
Her life seemed meaningless
Beneath all her hushed whispers
Was the voice of a woman who preferred to be free
As a girl
With a restless voice
I could not scream
I could not cry aloud,
To grieve for the songbirds who suffered a sudden death
As a girl
Humming in the garden
I watched the caterpillars,
Transform into butterflies in the arms of ripe roses
As a girl
I saw stars illuminate the night
The rain, behind the window
The wind in the arms of a living evening
Carrying me away to unknown shores
As a girl
Every time I parted my lips to complaints
I would be in trouble
But still,
With love on my shoulders
Holding my head high
I stared far above the free stars
Shahla Latifi
October 1st, 2019
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Author:
Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
this is a beautiful poem....
Thank you.
Shahla,
Wow!!
An exceptional poem!
The last stanza says it all!
~Laura~
Thank you, Laura, for reading my new poem.
I have always been a dreamer:)
You are right to look to where you see freedom and beauty for those are wholesome values which will hopefully bring forth the chance of enlightenment.
Lovely style in your writing.
Yes- mind enlightenment leads our mind in the right direction.
Thank you for complimenting the style/my way of writing.
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