Curls

As the beacon of light & hope vanishes

Beneath the curls

Of her unspoken words

Her wholesome soul broken

Lil the wind of intense fear

Staying still, subtly and quietly

She sets whispers in the void

Forced by stolen innocence

Of she, who faked her death

To allow her to survive

Curl

This piece was written for our Twitter ~MoveMePoetrybattle

For me, it is about light and hope that turns to fear and a fight for survival.

Light and hope VS Fear

Light and hope will always win, there is no longer room in my journey for fear.

I will always be the light in someone’s darkness ~ where there is life, there is hope!