Precious Souvenirs

Precious Souvenirs

I met Lucifer and he started a joke
This set me in tears for ten years
So recently I learnt to laugh again
But by this Lucifers world is crying
The joke has died and I started living

The first year, he illustrated it in words
Like a wave shock, it punched the heart
This taught me to frown and smiled less
But I walked on and on that I saw ugliness
The first time I saw myself as someone lesser

Once I walked along those dark shadows
I explored such unpredictable journey
Went through walls to stepped sharp pebbles
Bleed my feet and scarred my whole face
For a long time I thought I lost my beauty

Through fourth year I nearly gave up
No courage left and I even lost confidence
I beared along an unwanted cruel gift
It tortured my heart and broke my bones
Silently I cried agonies of my own despair

The path I walked on became endless
Mended myself while I took more steps
But the sea then drowned me to its floor
I crawled to shore and be mocked again
Lucifer wanted to slice and dice my soul

Barely alive I escaped and put pieces together
Afar I flew only to witness some dying souls
So a ran back along the road I have ventured
Lucifer was longing to slaughter my body
I cried not, I had neither fear nor faults to find

By year seventh once more I walked out alive
While my shattered legs seemed paralysed
The sky tumbled upon my broken shoulders
I was spared to feel the warmth of my own tears
In solitude I listened to a voice that said hold on

But immeasurable sorrow sank my presence
From my lips came only the silence of death
It seemed like all things were coming to an end
Away Lucifer went accompanied by hatred
I let him believed he held power to my life

My solitary then became an only friend
To countless mornings I spoke in tears
In darkest nights I would whispered softly
My sweet lips uttered many a pleasant word
Those pretty eyes saw endless beautiful things

Tenth year came as another companion
With my last tears of a rich ten long years
Within my tapestry a lessons is left behind
All wounds leave scars as precious souvenirs
I smiled for fresh air and Lucifer began to cry

With gladness, by my side alone I sit
In appreciation, with my shadows I walk
Thoughts transformed kindly into dreams
And told me stories in my sleeps always
Of gratitude and my never-ending journey

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Copyright ©2008 Francesca Von Reinhaart

Precious Souvenirs

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Something becomes a problem if one makes it so. Problems are challenges. Challenges which offers opportunities about learning and living. Opportunities to grow and appreciate wisdom.

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