She looked at the girl
who stared back
with eyes so sad
that it could rip your heart.
Her lips had long forgotten
how to smile.
Her face was covered
with dust from a long long journey.
She looked beaten by fate herself.
Her hands chained by destiny itself,
Lying at the mercy of those who wielded that weapon.
She waited and she looked deeper.
She seemed to be a happy little girl
once again, like a long time ago
one whose merry laugh
could make you forget everything else.
She would dance , she would sing,
she’d fall, she’d giggle,
She was the heart of the family,
she was the youngest girl.
Stumbling into the mysterious mirror,
she looked at how she’d change
As if destiny had laid her in
a labyrinth that never ended.
Every turn she took, she found a new door.
She opened it to find a new place, with new people.
Not a single face , she’d seen before.
The maze got deeper and darker.
She knew she couldn’t turn back,
so she took another step into this unknown world.
Trying harder than ever, to keep up
She started running
never pausing to even say a ‘hello’
she ran, she ran with all her strength
her legs thankfully never gave away,
gasping for breath, gulping down the misty air
She continued running in the dark
for in her heart, She knew, she’d find the light
for in her heart, She knew , she’d find rest.
So She kept running
over the stones and underneath them
rubbing her eyes, she strained to see better
she looked around and beyond.
Ghosts of past and future zipped past her
Time was no longer a dimension
Nothing bound her anymore
Everything seemed to be drifting away
The world was spinning round
she couldn’t think clearly, so she looked again.
There she was walking in the grass
for the first time, pausing to breathe the air
for the first time, forgetting all her scars
her face, her whole form appeared to be
dazzling in the morning rays
her hair playing with the wild wind
her dress, as white as snow
She seemed so happy to be there
walking so lightly, barefoot
on the ground wet with dew.
She was home at last.
She kept walking slowly in the fields,
She never stopped to look back.
~ Julian Joseph
[PS: the product of being bored and left home alone]