Golden Poem by Montaha Gasir

My soul was broken too many times.
I thought I'd never be sold for cheap dimes.
I told myself it won't happen again,
But I was just so young back then.

I was too afraid to take that leap of faith,
With your sweet gestures, my soul you bathe.
I thought you were kind with pure intentions.
My gentle heart, a puppet in your allusions.

The one you look up to, is the one you trust.
So what do you do when it turns into dust?
I believed you and dived into the unknown,
Not knowing I'll be left, broken and alone.

Your words were too strong and tempting,
I tried to resist but the status was afflicting.
For my mind, the Atlantic, empty and frozen,
But you saw worth in me and painted me golden.