A friend's account of a true story inspired me to write this
Long lost freedom
Forgotten dreams
The face holds a resigned look
The mouth stifles the screams
I walked the long road
Destination, I know not
I continued the solitary hike
Stopping not to spare a thought
Not a moment spared to flinch
Not a tear Allowed to shed
I saw the hazy visions about
My life, the way its stumbling ahead
At the beginning I tried to tell
To the people who mattered
But a babble, so loud, rose
I tried but couldn’t make myself heard
I realized that this
Burden was mine to bear
I was the one to be RAPED
Why should the world care?
From that moment onwards
As this realization dawned unto me
I start a normal life knowing
From now my soul will never be free
When I first saw you
On your face I saw my pain
I thought I’ll reach out to you
Say, “My friend, all attempts are vain”
“I have long ago crossed the bridge
Upon which you now stand
The journey to the other side is painful
Void of a friendly, guiding hand”
But, I held back
Your eyes, it had the fire of believe
You were determined to get
Justice, that you seek
I smiled to myself thinking
Another one like me
Who lays down her pain as
Entertainment for the world to see
Today you are here
Standing beside me
Together we are looking at
Another soul, struggling to be free….
