Struggle

Her pathway was blocked But her heart had paid the price... Her soul would speak of blue skies! But she thought happiness was a disease. Her mind tortured the grass as it grew She never knew the taste of sweet sugar And as the lights grow dim, So will her senses... She pressed on with a fluttering heart Like butterfly wings her emotions pattered around. Her pathway was blocked But her eyes had paid the price Stained dark and insecure... Her soul would speak of wild horses! But her mind turned on itself. She thought that misery was served on a silver platter And as the wind turns cold, So will her love... She continued with wandering thoughts Like starfish in the ocean her feelings were scattered. Her pathway was blocked But her tongue had paid the price. She spoke with dripping honey, Though she never knew the taste of it... Her soul would speak of fine white sand! But her mind ate nails and wire And as time grows old, So will her memory... She walked forward with a breaking stride Like a newborn calf her footsteps wavered. Her pathway was blocked But her soul had hope!