To the Children Walking on Rainbows Through a Thunderstrm

Mon, 06/17/2013 - 16:03 -- Alonyia

Angel Child
Never let them see you cry
Those Hazel eyes only reflect pain
From the hurt of the hurters
They will never know the bruises they made
Carried weight in your heart
Making your steps a little bit heavier
And their words cut a little bit closer
Because you've resolved to rise above the bitterness hidden within a closed fist

Darling Child
Raised hands can't protect you from the words cutting deep
Slashing holes in your ego
Large enough to make you doubt the promise of your legacy
But I promise you, Angel Child
You are the only thing keeping you from your glory
Stand firm in the knowledge that you are the epitome of a dream deferred
You will break the silence of a hope bred in violence
So don't let your song go unsung

Sweet Child
These wounds will heal
Your heart may not work the same
But it will work
The calluses burned into your feet
From treading mountains over molehills
Will only make our journey
Easier
Your destiny is not yet fulfilled
You must rise from the embers
To lend your heart to another

There will be a time
When the clouds will break
The sun will shine
And with new hazel eyes you will see the world for the gold hidden below the thorns
My sweet Angel Child
Believe in the Sun when it rains
In joy when there is none
For your scars will reveal the beauty in your fingertips
And inspire another heart to keep beating...beating..

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Comments

Cynthia

This poem flowed so nicely. I really enjoyed reading it. I am wondering where you found the inspiration to write this piece. I sense that this poem seeks to inspire readers to perservere through challenges. Even through the roughest circumstances, you can find hope, like in the lines... "And with new hazel eyes you will see the world for the gold hidden below the thorns. My sweet Angel Child, Believe in the Sun when it rains, In joy when there is none, For your scars will reveal the beauty in your fingertips
And inspire another heart to keep beating...beating.."  Since you ended this poem with elipses, I wonder what you could come up with if you wrote a Part 2 to this. Keep Writing! This is Beautiful! :)

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