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Ashley Jade Poem
While she couldn’t always see the silver lining,
every word she spoke was redefining.
She saw the world rather different from the rest:
although there was darkness, she only spoke of the best.
When keeping memories, she was very selective –
she threw away any that blurred her ideal perspective.
She added beauty and compassion to every point of view:
as if her golden brown eyes changed the image that filtered through.
As time passed, her world darkened a little more everyday:
until she found herself sitting alone in a gloomy alleyway.
She heard a man ask her: “What’s wrong Hazel Eyes?’’
She merely replied: “This is not the life I used to visualize.”
He tried to convince her, that her perception of reality was shaded -
but when she looked up again, the spark in her eyes had faded.
While she wondered how her once perfect life had reached such a low.
She knew that she was stuck and that it was finally time to let go.
She felt that she could finally see the world and its truths clearly:
so she said goodbye to the life she once loved dearly.
By: Ashley Jade Saffy (2014)
Copyright © Ashley Jade | Year Posted 2016
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Ashley Jade Poem
Outside her home, proudly he stood -
gun in hand, just as any guard would.
Daily, he had to face a heartless war -
protecting the house at which society tore.
He had built an indestructible barricade,
Outside which he stood for more than a decade.
He sheltered her home from the many evils of humanity,
He kept her strong, she maintained her sanity.
No one truly got to know the girl that he protected.
But after a sleepless week, his duties were neglected.
In a moment of weakness, the wall fell apart.
The guard shot down, the girl back to the start.
Vulnerable, she realized the world won't like her with a frown:
So never again, will she let her guard down.
Copyright © Ashley Jade | Year Posted 2014
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Ashley Jade Poem
Many years ago, on canvas I was drawn.
He kept me black and white, until I was born.
He told my parents: ‘Handle this painting with care.’
Confused they replied: ‘But this painting is bare?’
He smiled, gave them the painting and went away.
My parents painted a splash of knowledge on me every day.
They stroked love and insight on me, until complete -
Finally, I was ready and respectable for the world to meet.
Hung up on a gallery wall, the painting was always under observation,
After time, the criticism of the world had ruined this creation.
No longer vibrant, my true colours started to fade.
No longer perfect, I am now what the world has made.
From a distance, they say I still look exactly the same -
No one sees the cracks and chips when they are to blame.
Copyright © Ashley Jade | Year Posted 2014
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