Balance Poem by Blue Angel
Balance
Started as Cinderella,
Filled with grace, charm,
And an umbrella.
Grew up a Princess,
Made up gold, built up
Her palace.
Moved away, left it all behind.
Gave it all away, lost and found.
Yo-yo on fight with self.
Protecting the essence,
From imaginary extravagance.
Made love with others,
With passion regardless.
Making love, loving,
Sensing, missing…
A Soul and a Body,
A shell of its own,
Why would she need any other one?
Yo-Yo fight a misbelieve.
Peace of Self the best to achieve.
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5/7/2024 4:44:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This story poem reminds me of somebody else, but in her case there was no love making. She wanted to do it with the one she loved, but there were lots of people around who were against that. Gossips and lies portrayed her as a monster, but she always knew who she really was, regardless what others might have thought... and that could be compared to finding ‘the peace of self’. Again I love the last stanza most. This is very well written Blue Angel - real pleasure to read and review :)