Bruised but not broken
Her spirit was made of pastel colours, glitter, tears and light
Her heart was made of smiles, strength and dynamite
She wore courage on her sleeve and bravery on her face
She welcomed resilience with a warm embrace
A part of her was the moon who rose above drama in the sky
A part of her was a shining star who refused to die
Leaning on the other stars in her milkyway
Her friends were her support structure and there to stay
Do not judge her assertiveness as it creates protective walls
Not only from a crazy narcissist, but from any other great fall
Do not judge her walls as they kept her alive
It was all part of her process... shatter and then rise
She had worn many titles in her life
Such as daughter, friend, counsellor and wife...
She had been the provider, a teacher, and one who strives
But most of all, she wore the title of one who survives
Yes! A survivor who many times did not need to tell...
The world of the numerous times she fell
Because she used her energy to get back on her feet
And go once more on life's rollercoaster's seat
To the narcissist who dared to come close to my domain
And attempt to inflict her misery and pain
Come closer once more and play with my chaos...
Prove to me what I already know - (her sanity was always lost!)
Her bruised soul starts to heal and slowly discards the pain
As she dances to resilience in the summer's rain
She takes her scars as a souvenir and token
That her soul was once bruised, but will never be broken
Copyright © Wardah Ahmed | Year Posted 2021
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