Edith's Musings

“I shall make my own rules”, i told you… you snickered and laughed
But do you even know why i said that?
Then try to understand who i was, who i am and who i will be…

You judged and condemned without having all the facts
Is it even worth explaining why the end is not what everyone wants and decide what it should be

My world is spinning but no one can visualize it
What happens to my world then if no one can feel it
What defines my world and your world?
What is the difference and who is the judge
Should we not just all dance to the music that we will never have!!!

the unchained soul…
(a metaphorical poem of survival)

there once was a timid soul
fearful of defeat
yet at night in darkness
she unabashedly dreams of hauling herself out
from the cavernous walls of despair

she forbearingly fashioned her own wings
borne out of suffering and incessant struggles

-for she imagined she can fly-

then she rose up from the grovel
in shining splendor
scrubbing all the mud clinging on her skin
stomping vigorously on all the trash heaped upon her

-now she can truly fly-