The New Life
I don’t feel angry.
I don’t feel betrayed.
I also do not wish to
Annihilate
All those -- once my closest friends --
Who had dragged me down
To the bottom that
Was pitch black.
But I feel the darkness of that
Forsaken squalid corner.
I feel the cold wind and
The merciless heat, the
Warm blood oozing through
My wounds.
I remember the hungry
Child walking by the street,
Asking for a penny, and feeling
Hopeless, as I too had
No money.
I was no one, but then
I clawed back, and I know
What it takes to build a life,
How lives were lost to
Make the spires
that once just seemed like
Steel bars.
I don’t feel betrayed.
I also do not wish to
Annihilate
All those -- once my closest friends --
Who had dragged me down
To the bottom that
Was pitch black.
But I feel the darkness of that
Forsaken squalid corner.
I feel the cold wind and
The merciless heat, the
Warm blood oozing through
My wounds.
I remember the hungry
Child walking by the street,
Asking for a penny, and feeling
Hopeless, as I too had
No money.
I was no one, but then
I clawed back, and I know
What it takes to build a life,
How lives were lost to
Make the spires
that once just seemed like
Steel bars.
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Fariel Shafee
The author has degrees in science, but enjoys writing and art. Recently, she has also been studying law. Her publications include poems in Millers Pond, The Literary Nest, The Dawn Treader, Blaze Vox etc. Her art portfolio and publication list can be seen on:
http://fshafee.wixsite.com/farielsart |