The Young Girl's Choices

Just something I wrote this morning, playing with words.....

Many years ago a young girl was stolen from home 

A witch came in the night and took her for her own

She was evil this witch and too ugly to bare

A big wart on her nose and insect nests in her hair

Everything about her blackened the day 

The young girl felt the light of her life stripped away

The witch kept her locked up all day in a cage

She would berate her and tell her she was dumb for her age

‘You are worth nothing, and there’s nothing you can do

If anybody cared they surely they would come for you.

You are not pretty, you smell, you have no brains in your head,

You are lucky to have me, lucky you are not dead.’

The young girl started to believe all the witch did yell

Wondering why she had been dragged into this living hell

Questioning why her parents seemed to care not 

This was her life now, it was as good as it got

During the day the witch would command her many chores

Blistering her knees from cleaning the floors

Skin stripping from her hands from scrubbing all day 

Her clothes ragged with holes and the ends all did fray

Not allowed to bathe, she started to stink 

Abhorring herself her faith started to sink

Lost and alone the days faded away

No-one was coming to rescue the young girl any day

Hungry and thin, restless sleep through the night

The young girl gave up on life losing her vision of light

In the moments of lucidity a warmth enveloped her being

She presumed she was dead, letting go yet now seeing

Within the waves of warmth enveloping her soul

Realising that it was only her that could make herself whole

The witch had succeeded in taking her will 

But strength was still burning inside of her still

Waking the next day knowing her life was hers to succeed 

The girl hatched a plan to rid  the witch and her negative greed

Acting the same, as if nothing had altered

Scrubbing and cleaning, her charade never faltered 

When the witch fell asleep the girl took a bag to her head 

Held it in place until the witch gasped til she was dead

She had righted the wrongs the witch did dispel 

Leaving the witches house that that day, saying goodbye to hell

It was many years the young girl had been locked up and alone

Now a beautiful woman knowing wherever she was she was home

Wandering the streets tasting what it means to be free

Knowing her’s will be her choices, and a great recipe

Never to allow another to steal her light 

Tilting her head back to laugh, life was a beautiful sight.

Reviews

[cycy]

wow i love how the story rhymes and its one that many women can relate to it may not really be an actual literal witch but in 21st century context it could be the media, parents, colleagues or even a spouse that keep us trapped in their ideals and poison our minds with thoughts of what we are, could be and will never be and there comes a point when you have to kill the witch...not literally speaking but just realise you have to be free to live your life and see things in your own view...great story dear loved it

[Frieda P]

Wow like a fractured fairy tale Betty, love the story within your poem....only you could think of this chickie! ha....muchly enjoyed! xo

[KWP]

why thank you sexy one .... happy solstice to ya x x

[Matching Socks]

:) why haven't I read this sooner? It was such a pleasure to read, great little story.

[KWP]

Ha! Why thank you chick chick ... Sending love x

[Matching Socks]

Mucho love back at ya darlin'. ;)

[Matching Socks]

:) why haven't I read this sooner? It was such a pleasure to read, great little story.

[Vidya Bacchus]

This was so good.The rhyming was excellent and the story so interesting.I loved it :)

[KWP]

Ahhh thanks chick . X you made my night x x

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome and it was my pleasure :)

[Justin]

that is awesome story, it tells the story so awesome!!! keep it up :) :)

[KWP]

cheer's Justin x x

[Woody]

lovely write with your unique touch. a fairy tale of "witchcraft" told in verse. takes some doing.
anothe good one, Aussie Girl!

[KWP]

thank you for reading Mr! Hope all is fine and well your side :)xx

[Woody]

never better, thank you, M'lady. xxx

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very cool write, great flow and rhyming… it can be taken literally as a fun story with a lesson or can be symbolic of anyone who is in an abusive relationship.

[KWP]

Thanks for taking the time to read ... i think there are many deeper layers here to try and surpass... but hey that's all i got today :) x x x

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

YOu are welcome… we all have many layers indeed.