Jun 17, 2009
THE CROSS 
Worn down by burden but with an unyielding hope, 
She carries the cross of her unjust life
Still her perpetual belief in righteousness barely fades 
The journey is incessant 
Forlorn, frayed she travels 
Demons of the past haunt her soul 
Questioning her very existence  
An infantile girl she used to be 
In days of agony 
She would still smile bravely  
But then came the bend she never expected 
Volubly and bodily, emotionally and spiritually 
Her soul, her life, her youth and purity 
Were mercilessly exploited  
Bruised with incurable scars 
Like a fallen angel she wept 
Matured to a woman as years went by 
The girl in her still cried at night 
And maybe when her redeemer comes by 
She’ll emancipate the past 
And bury her agonizing cross at last.