Pretty as a Magnolia in May
As she walked, her hips She would sway
No one knew why she would always sashay
Her peers wanted to live that way
Where they thought they didn't need to pray
But they didn't know the pain
Her life struggle, just a walk in the rain
How hard it was just to stay sane
Mastering all the courage, even a grain
'Little Miss Perfect' just to avoid the cane
The slightest of mishaps would proliferate
All her progress would be profligate
For every error a scar she would get
Making sure she didn't forget
And now after growing up in an environment with every of the known cautions
Through maelstroms of emotions
Knowing the consequences of each course of her actions
Her only solace to chase her dreams and passions
She did as much as possible to lengthen her stride
For if wishes were horses beggars would ride
Though in the mud she held her head high with pride
For at that moment she had no one in whom to confide
The stars aligned and she made a friend
Someone to encourage her to the very end
Who didn't want clout as was the trend
Whatever she needed, she would lend
How great it felt to have someone on whom to depend
©Scyther Poems
Jan 15, 2024
Jan 15, 2024 at 9:20 PM UTC