I Am My Own Hero
Spent many hours with young blossoms and weeds,
I, a new child in a garden of lot.
Yield to the garden and sat down with needs.
Where no one could see, but constantly fought.
Invisible to the world since I was
young by nature's hand, not allowed to voice
judgments as it did not matter because
a woman had no freedom of her choice.
Uprooted off from Nature's restrictions
rosed and walked freely and followed planned dreams
without no limits or hesitation.
Like cool refreshing unrestricted streams.
I am my own hero obviously
wishes, dreams are taken seriously!
11/20/2017
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
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