Literary Art by: Cassius Klai C. Francisco
Free Spirit
By: Nozomi
Where am I, what am I doing,
In a view so vast, yet empty?
A cold reason for I am shivering,
Is an uneasy feeling that seeped through me.
A shriveled figure stands in darkness,
Cold, frightened, dismal, hopeless.
What rubbed her so heartless,
That probably removed the innocence?
Why am I here to witness,
Such a tragic horror encounter?
Is it because I need to open my eyes,
To contemporary issues, I wonder?
Lights, camera, action! I heard,
What am I watching right now?
A scene so relevant, yet absurd,
Pain and sorrow I cannot allow.
What's worse to me is in foreground,
Play, pause, rewind, repeat.
A scenery right to evil-bound,
I cannot stay calm in this seat.
Her fears are slowly engulfing her:
Depression, insecurity, and consternation.
The world she once fantasized is imposed by blur,
Shackled by scars of cruelty in dire fashion.
Being succumbed to life's bitterness,
She slowly collapses from within.
But a change of heart; a great success,
That the only way out is to win.
She is now deprived of fear,
A new life ready to confront.
She has nothing to hide, I truly admire,
A free spirit erased of a mindset that is blunt.
A life-defying thing to remember,
That I'll always put into heart and mind.
Genders to equalize and women to empower,
The future is still bright for womankind.