Her essence shines

Like afternoon sunlight

Through white blinds

She, radiates in spite

 

Of what she’s faced

Like algebraic numbers

perfectly misplaced

Like hail in summer

 

She, whisper prayers

In hopes her feet

Walked on heavens’s stairs

But instead it retreats

 

Like the chains she wears

On her feet.

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*Picture from Pinterest*

 

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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