National Poetry Writing Month, Day 19: Troubled

Troubled, stressed she was,
unable to comprehend her own situation or her cause.
“will I make it?” was like a daily routine,
Along with the side dish of fear and forget not the perpetual need of being mean.
Fear, not of sticks and stones,
but of trust, as to trust was a threat larger than a wound affecting her mortal bones.
She wasn’t just an idea,
but a living human being.

Matured, wise she was,
albeit still a child in her heart unable to let go of the past.
Mother, as her most cherished friend,
unlike the blank faces that couldn’t help but pretend.
Love, was an old memory,
tarnished, still she held a candle of hope,
amidst the land of fake promises and treachery.
She wasn’t just an idea,
but a living human being.

Hunger, had been a life-long companion,
regardless whether of knowledge,
or a nice creamy waffle.
Flowers, as beautiful as they’re unwavering, were her mentors
“They keep on growing, even after being stepped on.”
was the girl’s naïve but noble opinion.
She wasn’t just an idea,
But a living human being.

Written By Sudhanshu R Kadre

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