They shall write of your bloom, before all their lips spelled was your gloom
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Yesterday; Finished;A grave disappointment; A waste; A taint of our blood.
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Today; Our pride; Our beacon of hope; Source of joy; A spring of life bringing forth future generations. So they sing your praises.
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Fickle is the human heart.
Fickle their hearts, fragile yours not.
When it was said there comes your end; in your wet beautiful eyes, the slate had been wiped clean for the seeds of a happy tomorrow to be sown.
The burden of the till heavy, as by birth you were to lead the way.
Set the example.
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In your example, only lessons on what not to be so the children were told .
Criticism loud enough to reach your ears. More silent sobs for the tears shed they shed on your behalf.
Love you they did but even a light too bright blinds the eye.
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Blinded by love, most chastised you for building your own prison.
Some, mocked you for designing a guillotine sharp enough only for your neck.
After all, your troubles were by your own design. A twist of evil fate you add but none wears your shoes.
Redeemable mistakes you repeat to those who know not of where the shoe pinches.
One look at your cocoon and all they see is ugly.
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Look inside you it's richer than any treasure chest now you tell the world.
This time they listen as before there very eyes, a butterfly sprang out of what was an inanimate unsightly cocoon.
It's wings a splash of colors brighter than the rays of he sun upon a field of wild flowers.
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At times love is tough.
Often, love is misunderstood.
At times, to grow love, a selfish look at thyself is nourishing.
Only then, do others learn to see with their hearts.
Then, with open eyes and eyes, you guide them through the paradise that is you.
About this piece
Inspired by the strength of a woman, it is a tribute to all riding the down swing of the roller-coaster ride of life. In the depths of the trouble moments of life, often we feel alone. No one seems to understand what we are going through. Family and friends say and act in the most hurtful ways sapping away the last veins of strength left in us.
This dear woman taught I a lesson larger than perseverance, more noble than love, stronger than self belief: The understated power of understanding. As much as even bone in us craves for understanding when clouds block out the sunshine in our lives, understanding begets understanding. Take the lead to seek out the fears,disappointments, hurt and anger .Only then will the ones we care for most know how to tend to the delicate gardens we are.
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