Sunday

Resilience

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


1 comment:

  1. Not that 'dark.' Expecting worse like blood, guts and gore. =p

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