She stood at the edge of an abyss,
Her face tear-stained,her mind full
Of trifling troubles and petty worries-
Loving parents and a good home she had,
Yet the iron chains of self-pity and
Selfishness gripped her mind,
Blocking out all sanity.
Escapade for herself,but leaving behind
A lifetime of sorrow and grief.
Taking a deep breath she jumped,
Not realising...
The mountains that behind her stood,
The sun that before her shone.
She stood at the edge of an abyss,
Her face tear-stained,her clothes in rags,
A father lost in war,a mother ailing,
Her yound mind scarred with wounds,
Yet acceptance,determination and
Courage reaffirmed her faith
Taking a deep breath she turned around
To admire...
The mountains that behind her stood,
The sun that before her shone.
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Beautiful Ma'am. Desperation and Hope seem to so well get along in this one.
Wishing that the prism goes on to find more of its spectral colours as the light strikes it through...
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