The Great Battle

The wind whips her unruly hair back and forth

As she runs towards her mother.

Her eyes are filled with fresh tears of sorrow

And her mother embraces her with open arms.

She feels protected,

Safe from the fangs of the pernicious world,

Secure in the sweetness of her mother's embrace;

She smiles with serenity and quiescence.

Lazy, unperturbed summers full of frolic and candies,

Blissful days of exuberance, effervescence, and carefree enthusiasm,

Her life filled with dollhouses and ecstasy,

With tea parties and bundles of love.

She is unaware of the nefarious world of turbulence,

Of murder, rape and molestation,

Of starvation, brutality and repugnance.

With trembling steps she climbs the ladder

Which leads her to the frustrating period of adolescence.

But she falls,

Deep and deep down into blackness.

Fear grips her fragile and innocuous heart.

She screams in agony and pain

As arrows dig deep into her heart,

Threatening to tear it into minuscule pieces.

But hope enables her to escape freely.

She suddenly enters the world of success and joy

And life develops a new and hopeful meaning.

The roses smile with pulchritude and vitality.

Brimming with confidence,

She works with passion to bloom efficaciously.

Pain and misery find their way through,

Preparing to viciously kill her bloom,

To slaughter her dreams;

Using their poisonous fangs to tear her ambitions,

To shatter them into tiny fragments.

Her spirit shatters;

Resilience and faith breaks.

Then she tightly clasps on to hope and faith.

All those who were fakers and deceivers

Seem no longer significant.

Her goals are what matter.

She struggles, strives and fights.

Kicks and finds a passionate strength;

Thrashes but falls.

Hope and faith make her rise.

She fights with vigour and vitality.

Pain killed. Misery dead. Only bliss.

Battle won.