The Awakening
You were there as bright as a sun glow,
I was there feeling like a rainbow.
The sky held numerous gazes I sneaked,
And that was the time that you realized
A silent observer waiting to be noticed.
A greeting and a two that flourished the love
Made my yarn spin the weave,
My heart knew no bounds as the flower blossomed;
Little did I know that the flower was infected
The weed of treachery that unfolded,
Left the blossom withered and rusted.
The blossom blemished as grief grappled
The petals that hath once bloomed, battled
An unforeseen disease that hath made life crippled;
Strange was the game of fake gestures
That hath unravelled the eye of imminence,
A storm that bled the blossom permanence.
A broken piece that hath once braved
To save the soul from being vanquished;
A song of trust and treachery beheld-
As broken lyrics lie murdered in scarlet,
A tune once melodious now discordant.
Strength once gathered from the heap
Restore courage once again;
A seed now born from broken grains
Picks the power of self-regained.
That which hath perceived betrayal,
Will rise from the remnants to fight back-
Making tomorrow a glorious comeback.
-Rise Up no matter how diificult the stances might be.
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