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The Invisible Rope

The Invisible Rope


 Her name was Rose,

A stunning blossom,
with an expiration date assigned at conception

Planted,
With firm roots
The elegant sun shaped her
The willowing moon gave her a yearning for the subsequent day

The forest was ablaze with 
Hope,
Joy,
Bliss,
Purpose

The beautiful melancholy of music,
Life was so immense, yet so cozy
A maze of unsorted spectacles 
Left to be discovered

Rose was, but


All too soon,

Life — — — 

 — — — Ripped

The now cold sun wilted her
The now harsh moon, insensitive
The soil turned acidic,
And the vibrant forest, now an abyss 
With the morning dew scattered, 
Cacti blossomed,
It’s ever suffocating roots left cracks,
The once oasis perished,
Leaving the barren ground

Signaling one thing,

Harvest time.
Plucked from the soil,
Her smile, lifeless
Preserved,
With time, marks 
Death
With age, marks
Redundancy
Waiting to be discarded,
Such as a used doll

Perhaps next season,
Another rose will grow.


Context

This poem was used to represent the injustice in Asia for women. All too soon, women are expected to be married off, with destroyed aspirations and dreams never fulfilled. Places such as Bangladesh, where child marriages are the norm results in dreams destroyed for future doctors, nurses, and so much more. I hoped you were touched and reflect on the amazing culture we have now!! 

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