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Faigy Grunwald Poem
a young girl,
hair done up in braids.
I see a smile that could stop traffic on the streets.
I see her as the sun that shines
behind the grey clouds on the horizion
of poverty and sorrow.
The malicious streets that she walks upon.
The streets she splashes in the puddles
and skips down humming a favorite tune.
I see her sitting by the ocean playing with a doll,
A doll woven by sweat and tears.
Because she knew she didn't want it.
A doll obtained by trudging through mud.
Invisible mud that only she can feel.
And the mud makers.
Otherwise it's her secret.
And it's the doll that paints this whole picture
And masks the dirt
For her own eyes.
And she knew. The doll would soon grow.
Visibility of its existence wouldn't be masked anymore.
By the brightness of the sun.
Her self create sun.
And she will be hated for it.
But - Beyond the doll in her hand
The girl is full of pain - but still
full of passion and life.
Amongst all the chaos in her world,
she still smiles as bright as the moon,
as glistening as the starry sky.
But there wass one thing I knew about her,
She was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden,
A part of her I would never understand,
she would never allow
anybody
past certain walls.
And for such a young girl
I never knew why.
But as time wore on my heart,
I learnt to understand.
The part of her she kept away from others -
was the part that kept her glowing.
Glowing through all the darkness in the world which she lived.
The only part she had left
Copyright © Faigy Grunwald | Year Posted 2016
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Faigy Grunwald Poem
And there she laid
In the vast void of universal eternity
Her hollow eyes staring into the vacancy
Reflecting
the internal abyss of fire
Residing within.
As she pondered the invisible
A questioning Gazing fixed on the stars and -
Rotating planets,
mesmerizing its transcending infinity
Requesting the stars and energy's guidance
On survival in this void.
For there mere existence Still
Mystically conveyed the survival secret was present
Fiercely she scanned
Glaring at the Suns descending into the horizons
Dissolving into the darkness
As the stars of secrets emerge
Perplexing her with its appearance
Limited to darkness.
And then the veiled entered her vision
telescopic planets of fire that remain mystery
the moon that was always partly hidden.
And then the wind came rushing
Caressing her hair
And just like that - she understood
The disappearing wind has whispered it to her.
For it forever remained
Far - but near
Like the horizons - which existence is solely in distance
Like the sun that will burn you if it was any closer
Like the moon who is always partly hidden
Like the stars of secret that only emerge in the dark
And like all things that come close
But not close enough
to make her own
Forever she remains a stranger
In her house of existence
For the universe in distance has taught her
To never bring it home
Copyright © Faigy Grunwald | Year Posted 2016
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