Veiled Within


she journeyed within the circles of
the violent storm which,
keeps hitting her, over and over, 
and over and over again;

 but she doesn't stop,
 she doesn't give in;
 she still stays strong,
 and doesn't move.
she takes one resolute step after another
though left in broken pieces
she, doesn't even try, to
collect herself together

the anger throbs in her head,
 the frustration seeps in, 
 the obsession unravels
yet she remains hidden

but as her feelings 
find their way
she ardently starts to pray
because,
 she doesn't want her eyes
 to give her secrets away...


Comments

  1. quartertoinsane11 December 2011 at 08:24

    nicely written

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  2. Whyte11 December 2011 at 08:28

    Left me speechless! How can you make the pain so alive and so real? You're awesome!
    This is a magnificent piece of poetry. Undoubtedly the one of the best. You are a painter whose paintings are as vivid as actual scenes. You have the skill to convey a feeling with such intensity that everyone HAS to feel it!
    Beautiful! Amazing! Marvelous!

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  3. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]12 December 2011 at 06:46

    @quartertoinsane..thnx:)

    @whyte...i make the pain seem slive because it is...writing has become my only mode of communication maybe:) thanks:)

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  4. the butterfly effect15 December 2011 at 01:42

    she's one sad little girl. may she find the light that she's not even looking for.

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  5. Aliza16 December 2011 at 04:06

    One word: Beautiful (:

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  6. Writing Bee16 December 2011 at 20:31

    Wonderfully written!! It was indeed a flood of feelings and emotions :)

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  7. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]19 December 2011 at 01:55

    "aliza...thnx:))

    "writng bee...awww...thanks:)
    "mahnoor...:)))

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  8. ♥●• İzdihër •●♥21 December 2011 at 20:46

    This is awesome.

    Visit my blog and follow each other.

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