With bamboo husks scattered, My last bones shattered. We mourn a loss of bliss, Draped in fear learnt to dismiss, I call for all to gather.
The stalks once in my heart, Intertwined; and broke apart. I never knew how weak I'd gotten, As my glacial mind defrosted, And from within; resilience departed.
My thoughts cannot grow, Pierced by what I do not know. I'm getting colder, I am not a soldier, I'm a victim to the blow.
As the last bit of me was hollowed out, I spoke the words of hope through my mouth: "I will learn to accept the pain, Rather than soaking it in my veins, I'll filter it to the ground." --------------------------------------
I've been looking up what things symbolize feelings, and I've been so excited to write with them. Apparently, (as far as I've read) bamboo is a symbol of strength in China. I just feel like weakness is such a common emotion, and it takes so much to grow out of. I hope this isn't confusing. All feedback is welcome and appreciated!!:):)