August 27, 2011

The Wind Tells

Her Story-By Rebekah A. Frimpong






She was free
searching for answers in the mysteries


She was young
waiting for age to heal her rancid wounds


She was courageous
not scared to love knowing the consequences


She opened her brown eyes
saw a vision of her future unfolding before her


She covered her head with a veil
hoping to mask her beauty so her mind would be acknowledged


She gave her heart to him
she gave her whole being for a chance to live forever
because she wanted more
more than what blows in the wind
the passion and vitality within the movement of water


She longed to be strong and powerful 
like the energy that connects people together when words are not spoken


She knew all too well how the fable would end
but she wanted to tell her own story


She wrote on walls with her nails
scratching and carving out a way with blood and tears


She was like a little girl waiting for a father's embrace
alone with nothing but her dreams


She drew in the dark
silhouettes embracing and old memories


She accepted her fate; a sentence of loneliness 
She raise her head to the sun and knew she understands nothing. 

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