Re·sil·ience
noun \ri-ˈzil-yən(t)s\
: the ability to become strong, healthy, or successful again after something bad happens
: the ability of something to return to its original shape after it has been pulled, stretched, pressed, bent, etc.
Like
a trampled weed in a garden, so is my life in Versailles.
A
place meant for love, romance, intimacy;
yet
has filled me, some might even say scorned me, with regret sorrow, and
bitterness.
Lovers
come and lay in this garden, my garden, to relax, unwind, contemplate life's
mysteries
They
pluck, cut, and chop away at what they see as my imperfections
Yet,
with the fierceness of a lion & the swiftness of a gazelle I rise out of the
pieces they leave me in and I return stronger than ever
I'm
not sure why they can't see my beauty.
Perhaps
if I were a rose or a lily or maybe even a daffodil they'd be captivated enough
by my beauty and allow me to enter into romance
But
alas, they see me and they run, they trample, they lay, they pick me up
And
just when I think I've found that intimate embrace, the wind blows and my seeds
are scattered
Pieces
of me are blown every direction…
And
they laugh…
Is
this a game?
When
did my life become reduced to a satirical piece of pleasure for your
enjoyment?
Where
is my right?
Where
is my voice in this matter?
Do
they not see my worth?
I.Will.Stand.
They
pull at me from the roots upward and discard my trampled body
But I
will not be silent
I will
return
Not that 'dark.' Expecting worse like blood, guts and gore. =p
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