Tame

All her life

She looked for words

To let it out.

She looked for words

To scream and shout.

 

She found the words

But was helpless still,

For every word

From those rosy lips  

Meant a horrendous bruise

On a frame so fragile.

 

This nasty world,

It stole her laughter,

But this nasty world

Was also at loss;

Her angelic voice               

Was now seldom heard.

 

This nasty world                     

Left her body black and blue.

This silly, nasty world

Could not taint her spirit

For her brave soul

It won’t give up. 

 

She gave her music

To the pen and paper.

Oh how beautiful it was

To hear her sing.       

Through those written words

She sang in silence             

And danced to her words.      

Those rosy lips, that pale face

And that fragile frame,

No matter how hard

This nasty world tried;

They could not be tamed.