At the eyes of mine birth

White and pure

I came from my mother’s womb
Light and peaceful
Was mine heart
A world dark and cruel
Was all I saw
The pain
The lies
The sins
The bad people,
I felt them all
And I cried,
At the eyes of mine birth
I knew not peace
I knew mine life I won’t live at ease
Day and night,
A sword and a shield in mine hand,
I hold on to love and strength
Mine poor self fights for peace
Mine only weapon for survival
Look at me now
Where is the white and pure baby?
The one mine mother held
At the eyes of mine birth?
She grew up,
A world dark and cruel,
She saw the hard way,
A heart light and peaceful,
Now a stone heavy and scarred,
Yet I fight to be peaceful

Sharon Mo ©


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