She

She wakes up in the night with nothing in sight

Her lips sealed tight, she's exhausted to fight

She knows no pain, this is familiar

This is cliche', this is her life.

She looks at her shoes - torn apart

Just like that tiny corner of her heart

This day is not going to be the same

But isn't that the way each day starts?

Living on the ocean, living on the beach

Living in the skies, living all the schemes

Living in the shallow depths of our dreams

Living in the places she can't even dream

She picks up her socks and covers her scars

This one's fresh - unlike the others are

She breaks her fear and looks at the stars

There sits her power, nowhere afar

The wise men hope she will find her way

The wise men wonder - needle in the hay?

No time for either to stop and act

As she hops and gaily skips away

Living in the treasure, living on the moon

Living in the hopeless dance on the tune

Living in a fortune room with closed doors

Living underneath the burden of our chores

Reviews

[Carolynn]

A very nice flowing poem but the message feels sad - wishing for more, feeling like dreams are too far out of reach but anything is possible - I hope she finds a way to dance on the moon :)

[onmyway]

Thanks for your review - I see what you mean.. For "she", I do believe she is happy and eventually finds her strength in the middle of everything - but for "me and us" - yea - it was more of self-reflecting - but I do understand what you mean..!! Thanks again!

[Jupiter]

Oh wow I love this one. The repetition is phenomenal. Such a nice rhythm to it. The last stanza was so powerful. Awesome job (:

[richieb]

Onmyway, Enjoyed your poem, beautiful poetic flow. Your words captured your thoughts, very well written. Richie B.

[onmyway]

Thank you :) yes, I was wondering if I was able to paint the picture I had in my mind with those words.. Thanks again for your review!

[Lost & Lonely]

wow very beautiful. id love to know about what inspired this poem

[onmyway]

Thanks! The inspiration came from when I had been spending time in India and thinking about how much I had in life, and maybe how little some girl might have, living elsewhere.. and how I want to make myself feel good about being concerned for the underprivileged - trying to create hope for them - which in turn would mean creating hope for me - would make me feel good.. when in all reality, that girl has managed to find happiness where she is, in the situation that she is.. and I (and maybe many others) are still cribbing about our relatively lucky situation.. I don't know if these words convey the picture that I have in my mind..

[Cyndy Robinson]

Very rhythmic and lyrical piece. Flow is off somewhat in stanza 2, consider altering it to But isn't that the way each day starts? Flows a little better somehow. Good read!

[onmyway]

Excellent suggestion! Will immediately incorporate it - Thanks !! :)

[Krizito]

your words were beautiful, the rhythm and style;quite intriguing. So although I didn't catch the hole story behind, I was still impressed.

[onmyway]

Thanks for your words.. I had a vague idea when I started writing this.. this girl who revels in her suffering.. and the rest of the world that wants to care for her.. but is busy living a hollow life with an expensive price tag!! The words just came out..