Poetic-Verses-Awakening Spirits and Memories
spring
Both women held in thrall
Too frightened in case they should fall!
They're scared to become the person they yearn to be.
Their true personality wanting to be free!
But for now they're locked within high stone walls,
Too tired to climb up and fight,
To be themselves they think they have no right.
So instead they fall into the eternal trap,
Of being someone they are not.
A life of pretence and false smile,
Which has serviced them for quite a while…
But now the cracks are beginning to show.
Their anger is spilling out,
Their true face has come to know.
That the coiled spring is ready to lash out and strike,
At the ones with no mercy, who have held them down!
God help the holder when that spring is finally released!
Because they're starting to come out from behind those walls!
They're learning they can love and care.
But meanwhile great pain must be endured,
Whilst this agony plays out to the end!
For as long as the holder keeps tight on that spring,
They continue to play the game!
Power and control is the winner's prize,
But who will the loser be?
Don't let it be you my friends.
Push against that hand which so cruelly holds you down,
Don't let them win this terrible game!
For to do so will mean the death of a flower not yet in bud,
The loss of a beauty supreme!
Instead let the flower come out to blossom,
Let the world see the flower in full bloom!
Jayc
