Trace through the lines and the crease of my face,
To follow the journey my life did embrace,
The leather worn flesh and the hue of old age,
A testament to freedom, not life in a cage.
*
Barefoot I walked in the shadow of slums,
The hunger, the cold, the disease ridden lungs.
The cries of the mothers, whose babes died in arms,
The fathers who drank and fought the wild storms.
*
My search for escape with the body God made,
My flesh was the currency I did barter and trade.
The sweat and the stench as their bodies perspired,
Lingered far longer than the time I was hired.
*
Money brought freedom from the chains of my past,
And a curtain that fell on the show I was cast.
It allowed me to travel until war came to call,
I lived through its death, its destruction, itβs all.
*
I loved and I lost more times than I should,
And I raised many children the best that I could.
I taught them to hunger for more than they were,
I taught them that they were their own saboteur.
*
Look back at my face and know where Iβve been,
Can you see the beauty and the freedom within?
WOW!
Thanks, I spotted the picture and thought it was fab. She could probably tell a thousand stories, lol π
Thank you so much sweet friend! Smiles back to you!!!
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Beautiful Vedantam
Beautiful Vedanta – free flow of lyrics like river – very beautiful presentation
with regards
Thank you for reading and the lovely comment π
Most welcome
with regards
Your poetry is simply amazing! I hope you put them all into a book. I’ll be the first to buy one!
Aww, thanks so much, glad you like my feeble attempts π
This was gorgeous.
Many thanks π
“The sweat and the stench as their bodies perspired, Lingered far longer than the time I was hired.” I love this.
Thanks, I thought it created a certain image, π
Awesome!
Thank you π
Very fine! I hope I wear my wrinkled life that well…One imagines and you imagine so beautifully.
Ellespeth
Thanks Ellespeth, I just loved the picture, lol π
Wow Helen. This is a very strong poem. The story that is told is done beautifully.
Thanks John, the picture was too good to leave, lol π