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POEM SERIES #11

In her mind she saw herself, all dull and unattractive.

There she went feeling gloomy and inexpressive.

Her friends she thought, all robust and cheery.

Dear little Maina found no need to be merry.

She lived in a cute little bungalow up the hill side.

With her family that could not light up her inside.

Kept to herself imprisoned by falsehood and trepidation.

Dear little Maina wallowed in the cocoon of her imagination.

She was never part of the fun side of happenings.

Always the subject of mean tricks and jestings.

Until the day she stumbled upon an old dusty mirror.

Dear little Maina would at last alter her believe in error.

Gazing through the dusty mirror came a beam of illumination.

Inspiration rising as she continued to devour without reservation.

An encounter that would reflect the beauty within so freely.

Dear little Maina could see the vision she desired so passionately.

Through a looking glass sparked her journey of self discovery.

A new reality that propelled her to stand tall in bravery.

Invoking strength that shatters the barriers of the old.

Dear little Maina ready to step out and take on her world.

BY: BRIEFTALKS

I HOPE MY WRITING INSPIRES YOU TOO!!

POEM TITLED: THIN ICE AND SACRIFICE

POEM SERIES #3

Behind bars we stood

I and my lover, with the other hoods

Don’t be mistaken, we weren’t thieves

Someone deceived us and we believed

The entire country was in jeopardy

I was forced to hide in my study

Day after day and night after night

Waiting hopefully for a better sight

Until the day the guards took us to the fields

Ten soldiers all lined up with guns and shields

This was it, the end of it all

I, filled with trepidation and hope so small

I was first to be shoot and my lover, runner-up

My lover begging endlessly for my sake while I sobbed

Alas! It was time to face the gun

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run

As I stood blindfolded, my arms open wide

I heard my lover struggling to break free near my side

My life sliding on thin ice about to crack

Each second like long years as I waited for the impact

Finally, the trigger was pulled and I waited for the brunt

There was a loud scream

One second, two, three, four had passed

I was confused was I dead at last?

I removed the blindfolds which left a sore

My lover was not with the guards anymore

I looked down and to my greatest surprise

There my lover beneath me with closed eyes

By: Brief Talks

This was one of the very first poems I have ever written. I hope my writing inspires you too 🙂

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