Poem: Painted Soul Fighter
Lost soul searching for the light...
Is that a harlot?
Is that you...are you?
In the trickery world of roses, there you are- a painted soul fighter.
Carefree clashing the bile of the fiercest dawn sucking the twilight.
Giving pleasure to those hungry vultures.
Always struggling to meet life’s need.
To irk some folks- how hot you are!
To give them a punch in a sigh- how winner you are!
Tiff your conscience at the same time.
A dolorous moan, clumsily handling your sin.
Pshaw! Ouch, interlock in your bones.
A totter destiny in your tortuous life,
A sallow sun in the middle of the night,
Hides a fierce cry covering your sight.
Before it tore you up, flip it up gal.
Toss it up!
Yeah, it is not easy, but you can do it!
Wash the bleeding bed haunting you... now!
Reach the hand of change ‘til you hold it tightly.
Chase the feet of sky ‘til you escape completely.
Stand up! You can do it, I know.
Then He will take care of the rest!
A loving hand carefully removing the knives stabbing your heart
With a soft lullaby voice singing in your ears
While a heavenly light embracing the healing of your wounds,
A warm home patiently waiting for you.
Glowing… burning… yearning!…
And time will heal the ghost scars in your past.
Show up! Cheer up!
Toss it up! Flip it up!
Most of the time they were actually lost victims in the middle of the dark waiting for the light to shine out...hopeless at times but still fighting.
EVERYBODY DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE...we just need to open our heart and never ever judge the people around us just because their way of life is different from ours..