Monday, February 14, 2011

The Child

Still a child with hope in her eyes,
Easy with her smiles,
Easier with her trust,
Her laughter rang clear,
The world was hers to win,
She had no fear. So naive!

They worried about her,
She didn’t know hurt
beyond that of a broken toy.
She didn’t know pain
deeper than a bee’s sting.
The tears always dried
And the sun would always shine after the rains.
Life was a beautiful rainbow,
She just did not know all its colours yet.

How would she survive?
The endless rains not followed by the sun,
The hurt of broken trust,
The pain of unfulfilled dreams,
The despair of an incomplete being?

But survive she did!!
They need not have worried,
She was strong
And she still smiled,
A brittle smile that did not reach her eyes.

The child had finally grown up.

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