The pain and distress is uncomfortably penetrating through my veins
My memory of being alone in an obscure place still remains
Though I’m far off the claws of isolation, the anger in me still wails
Anger burning like flames that can’t be blown off not unless it rains
I remember myself, sitting by a bay window with curiosity in my eyes
Squinted into the sharp moonlight with a questioning stare
Asking myself… “why?”
Suddenly my eyes became teary as I began to cry,
Why did I live in a place with beliefs that were nothing but lies?
From those chains of aloneness I had broken free
And the prize of maturity was then bestowed upon me
No longer am I the pathetic maiden kept to fear her own shadow
So she would fail to see…
That life is all about liberty…
Not just adversity.