She floats down a strip of gray
Unaware of it all
Her dance as light as a fairy’s wingbeat
Her music, like a thorn;
A piercing din
A deafening silence
A life of misery & pain.
“It’s simple”, they say,
“She forgot her place,
Her punishment will be a constant tearstain.”
Yet her face was bliss
Her love, untouched
But even the smile on her face
Was a useless crutch.
She danced faster now
With a fury, it seems
The scars on her wrist
She could still see the blood gleam.
Her thoughts ran a marathon
And fought a war at the same
“Why must you be silent?”
Is the question, they would claim.
Me being like this?
It’s an answer you should know
I sing myself secret songs
Before the rooster crows.
They say thoughts are the loudest silence
Then why is this my loudest scream?
These screams of midnight moon, unheard
Will be seen, within a dream.
~Trina Ghosh
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I like this!
This is a great poem. It catches the aspects of woman strength and represents it beautifully.