Hidden Jewel Poem by Marama Kelly

Hidden Jewel



From distant shores to faraway lands, my mind would always go
For in those places in my mind, I'd always be well loved
But when the light of the new day, rose to wake me from my sleep
My heart would dropp and shrivel up, cos dread would take its place

What could I do to change this way of living every day
When all around oppressed and beat, a soul so gentle made
My motions stiff like robots are, would go about the chores
Always waiting for that curse or hit to make me fall

Sometimes when things were over stressed
I'd manage to sneak away, hiding in the closet space
Just a moment of heavenly peace, hidden in the darkness held
But all too soon it would end and anguish would return
As hand hit face and broom hit back while curses hit the heart

Why was I born if this is my lot to be a punching bag
What is the point to stay alive when life was such a drag
Who would know if I took off or even took my life
No one would care or shed a tear except to feed their face
What shall I do, where do I turn, who will help me out
My life is hell upon this earth just suffering abuse and death

The day has ended the night has come at last I get to sleep
And journey to the worlds unknown where my hero keeps me safe
And there I stay as long as I can, safe from evil's grip
Strengthened by my hero's hand a comfort to behold
And so the journey carries on at night I'm safe, day not
until the time when I can leave this hellhole that is home

And then it happened that holy night when all things made much sense
My purpose sent from heaven came beneath the darkness set
A stone that's hidden in the clay will journey life's turmoil
Until the day when all will see the jewel inside the stone
But before that's seen much pain be endured
to strengthen the light held within
for the precious jewel still rough unhewn must suffer both night and day

For how can it shine so bright and gay amidst the broken lot
Unless it knows the pain endured and carried at a cost
So with this resolve and revealing light determined to overcome
I bent my head and carried the shame and took on every blame
But no one knew or could even see the glint held in the eye
For if they did then they would know the treasure held inside
And if that happened the jewel would be lost
for death would have come to claim.

(2009/03/12)
(Just playing with a few concepts from experiences had and rolling them up into one grisly tale of hardship and oppression. This is written off the cuff on the spur of the moment) Any suggestions appreciated for a title.

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