There once lived a girl who liked to drift away
Sail through the winds, the seas, the land
Weightless, as light as sand
An escape from everyday
There once lived a girl whose favourite drift of all
Was manned by that as sharp as a knife
As brutal as my life
In skin it made neat scrawls
There once lived a girl who could make wounds speak
How they screamed and shouted and wailed
And rebuked her for having failed
At not giving in to weak
There one lived a girl who asked the stars stop
Cease to twinkle and stare to sigh
Look in pity, helpless up high
Her eyes up, only to drop
There once lived a girl so broken yet so whole
Shattered hope, built-in dreams
Tear of the heart, flowing streams
An abyss, an endless soul
There once lived a girl who stood confused
Love for pain, pain for truth
Life for lesson, lesson for youth
Dilemmas that were gifts to the bruised
But, there once lived a girl who stood still
The blood flowing down clotted
A glimmering hope spotted
Changed the ‘can’ to ‘will’
So, ‘girl who once lived’
Wasn't it your dream
To fly one day?
To swim one day?
To run one day?
Wasn't it your wish
To breathe one day?
To leave one day?
To live one day?
Well, guess what?
You have.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
There once lived a girl who liked to drift away
Sail through the winds, the seas, the land
Weightless, as light as sand
An escape from everyday
There once lived a girl whose favourite drift of all
Was manned by that as sharp as a knife
As brutal as my life
In skin it made neat scrawls
There once lived a girl who could make wounds speak
How they screamed and shouted and wailed
And rebuked her for having failed
At not giving in to weak
There one lived a girl who asked the stars stop
Cease to twinkle and stare to sigh
Look in pity, helpless up high
Her eyes up, only to drop
There once lived a girl so broken yet so whole
Shattered hope, built-in dreams
Tear of the heart, flowing streams
An abyss, an endless soul
There once lived a girl who stood confused
Love for pain, pain for truth
Life for lesson, lesson for youth
Dilemmas that were gifts to the bruised
But, there once lived a girl who stood still
The blood flowing down clotted
A glimmering hope spotted
Changed the ‘can’ to ‘will’
So, ‘girl who once lived’
Wasn't it your dream
To fly one day?
To swim one day?
To run one day?
Wasn't it your wish
To breathe one day?
To leave one day?
To live one day?
Well, guess what?
You have.
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