Garden Of My Soul

~ paradox ~

3pm
Radiant almond shaped eyes
Lined with mascara
Plum colors glows on smiling lips
An affable, jolly disposition
with everyone she sits
She blossoms open when at ease
With her precious friends
Laughter bubbles and joy seems to
Never cease

...
3am
Eyeliner drips slowly down her olive toned cheeks
The lovely facade melting into a frown
As thoughts torment her
Tearing her spirit down
Then, a wallop of insults and shame
From someone poisons the air
She can't help but fall, tumble,
And sink
into her very own despair

At sunrise...
As she awakes, she knows
That night indeed was haunted
But somehow she found the
Strength, the strength to never saunter
Those kind of nights will keep coming
Always with no end in view
The paradox of this girl
Is that she will always renew
So no matter how many
Times her world would
Tumble down
She gets up again, smiles
And just adjusts her crown

Your world can fall to pieces
Some days events will make you blue
But the paradox that you have learned
Can definitely work for you.
So pull yourself off the floor
And smile after your frown
Your world is back running again
You proudly wear your crown.