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Her ‘I’ had bent many times in the past
As flashes those ‘times’ in her head were going fast.
That day she realised her ‘I’ is all she has left
Caring only for herself was like doing a theft.
At times she tried to wake up the urge to feel
This time weren’t any feelings, nor any zahir.
She saw herself somehow cold from the outside
Not feeling anything anymore, to herself she did lied.
A tear had come to join her when walking home
She asked then herself: ‘Why all roads lead to Rome?’.
An answer wasn’t very hard to find
She thought a mass could go one way only if they are blind.
She didn’t belong to the crowd and she would never do
Her ‘I’ she knew won’t ever be joined by another ‘you’.
She has the luxury to choose her own road and protecting shelve
‘I will feel no more for a start’, she then swore to herself.
A nuance of joy had the day gone by
and so she suffocated her daily cries.
But a joy in a day can be a mask only
it became her daily verb the word ‘lonely’.
A poet struggles while those keen on prose
to the dept of emotions are not even close.
Her search never ends it becomes only art
since she doesn’t have of the word ‘we’ all parts.
She keeps fighting watching her back
she becomes stronger, for help she doesn’t lack.
A warrior lives as other have only imagined
a warrior lives to become a legend.
Even though often one grabs the chance to say it
the thought of it made her mostly too early to quit
she didn’t know what tone it had when spoken
she have heard of it only when its parts are broken.
A warrior they say mostly runs alone
a warrior doesn’t want to be in any kind owned
a warrior runs first, she wasn’t born to follow
a warrior must learn his bitterness in loneliness to swallow.
Such warrior keeps his fear as a friend
such warrior has no right and time to bend
such warrior – she couldn’t anything else to be
such warrior may never know the sound of ‘we’.
There are people, they know how
there are people, a word to them is a vow
there are people, they can stick to you in good and bad
there are people, always present, to know you they are glad.
There are people, on a picture you can see
they stand by you, somehow supportive they tend to be
they, when you are talking, are here with their whole
they are friends for real, not only playing a role.
There are such people, they accept for who you are
they are considered your friends even when they are far
they, those are blessing, who has them has much
but she, those people, she didn’t have such.
The year was passing by
and she still stares outside the window each night
when each day ends she would ask herself:
“For what would I the next morning fight?”
And as she stood this evening on the street
with all her lust gone away
she looked the sky, the stars, the street lights
she searched in her heart will to pray.
She came home along the road alone
and searched in her room for some stroke of faith,
as she found nothing she looked outside the window scared
it was the Raven only, but for her Hope he held the keys of the gate.
The Raven only stared into her glowing
although hopeless, the Raven knew on the inside she is burning,
she wiped her tears and said: “I shouldn’t throw you away,
a man, I should have known, has his whole life for learning.”
The Raven stood on her shoulder
as in the darkness she started writing,
it seemed the bird was her only friend
while she was writing reasons for her next fighting.