Bliss
I was the grass
that bore the brunt
of duels
between two elephants
I was ignored
and my dreams
trampled upon
I believed in lies;
my heart became
synonymous with pain
I was a joke,
subject of no seriousness,
equal to a custard pie
I was abandoned
and left to wither,
but I thrived!
My heads didn’t bother
about the borders
I burdened myself with
But today I say no!
No to the lies I told myself,
that the scars are old
and memories buried
No!
I refuse to lie that it doesn’t hurt
to see footprints of war
all over my dreams
No!
Regret is not a path
For my mind to tread
No!
The antidote for my future
Is not war with my present
Yes!
I am grass, but
these droplets aren’t dew
They are teardrops
from a broken root
That I sprung from.
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 8 July 2017.
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 8 July 2017.