CandlestickShe stands like a candlestick,
You see the pool of wax at her feet,
Years of use and abuse,
But can you even fathom the depth of it?
Would you guess that she once sat in a corner,
Would you guess she once believed she didn't deserve this attention?
Her scars still shine boldly on her skin,
Her face sometimes still blotches with tears,
And if you ask her,
She will tell
Because she knows the pain of silence,
She will tell you of the time she believed she didn't deserve this attention;
She will tell you she was wrong.
She knows now,
How to call out when she is lonely,
She knows now,
That she deserves to be called beautiful.
That the sun,
All shine for her.
One more day,
One more night,
Let forever insue.
And when the lights of the universe fade,
She will still be smiling.
She does not need your validation,
She does not need your love,
She does not need your attention.
She never had the
Raven InkAnd in absence of the crowd,
She found empty streets,
So she danced,
Dipped her toes in raven ink,
And flung herself through the air,
Painting stories in her wake,
The beauty she had made,
So she left;
Climbed the steps of broken hearts,
And fell asleep in a bed of pain.
And when morning came,
She looked out the window,
And wondered at the masterpiece below her,
Saying to herself,
"If only I could create something that beautiful."
And so the days went,
And she wished to meet the artist,
Till one night,
Instead of returning to her room of Trauma,
She turned at the bottom step,
And watched the sunrise,
Then followed the path of ink,
And found her own two feet.