The Fire In Her Heart

Pure, fragile and unaware of the thoughts

That inhabited their minds

Cloaked behind the vibrant hangings

Unable to apologize for the sin she had committed

Like flowers and not guns.

There she stood as tall and calm as a tree

They scraped off her bark with everything revealed

Took one step forward yet pulled back by her roots

Capable of giving life yet struggled to get words

Past the own prison in her mind

One day she will rise like the sun

And the shadows that once haunted her

Would by the iron boulder on their shoulders

Bury their heads in the gravel in search of their lost soul

Which had flown beyond their reach.