It’s painful for her
When the five pointed stars
Are shooting through her veins
But the pain is what makes her strong
Than the pathetic rest.
All of those years she tried so hard to leave it behind
to one day dream that she could be happy
without struggling inside,
but none the less she still felt bound
by memories she couldn’t lay to rest.
Awakened by her deepest fears
she sits silently in the dark,
abused by her own insecurities, tortured with her tears,
you could feel the pain throbbing in this poor woman’s heart.
Can you feel what she has felt,
A raped soul deprived of happiness?
Do you see what she has seen,
A destroyed woman left with wretchedness?
No, how could you?
Your perception is blurred.
The truth is written all over her body, evidence of what she has endured.
Each scar has its own meaning, a story I should say;
It tells us how she was one slash away from setting herself free
How a star was going to fall from the mighty sky
To be laid among the despicable.
But in the end,
she chose to rise instead.
© Pia Majumdar