Thorns

Once upon a time,
There was a little girl.
She had a family,
But it didn't seemed one.

Her father broke her heart,
Before any man could do.
Her mother tainted her mind,
Fed her with lies and shunned her.

She was a very energetic kid,
She believed in happy endings.
She was precious, and yet,
She was wounded at an early age.

Her father cheated with another woman.
She saw her father's car from the hill,
Where the other kids thought it was a castle,
But in real fact, it was a love motel.

She told her mother who was quiet in the corner,
That her father was with a woman at the castle.
Her mother told her to keep silent about it,
Because she already know her husband's action.

She was not allowed to utter a word.
She was banned from talking,
That her mouth only hurts other people,
And she was not allowed to speak her thoughts.

She was a disgrace in the family.
But how can they say it,
When the only disgraced one,
Is her parents?

She gets older,
People around her thought she was mute.
She believed she had a curse,
The thorns wrapped around her throat.

Every time she speaks,
The thorns constrict her tightly.
She would either puke or faint,
And this goes on and on.

Her words hurt her and other people,
She thought to herself.
She was living with her mom,
Who told her not to answer the door.

She met a guy, who changed her.
She tried to talk a few words,
Although it was hard,
She tried to speak for him.

The guy let her join in a singing contest,
She had a very beautiful voice.
Others were captivated by it,
But the guy already had someone else.

She only wished that time was permanent,
But time's running fast and she's left behind.
She told the guy how she feels for him,
But she was late, too late to reach out for him.

The singing contest was tonight,
She only hoped it would be alright.
Her relatives were watching,
Even her mother who was always busy, showed up.

She sang, she was brighter than the others,
But the brightest the star, the darkest it is,
It was all for her,
She must do this.

In the end, she was the winner,
She could she her relatives,
Her friends she gained throughout the way,
They were proud and happy for her.

Her mom ran out to hug her,
Her song gravely touched her heart.
After all, it was her voice that was lost,
Her mother who had threw it away.

She forgave her mother.
Words do truly hurt like a knife in the chest,
Cannot even take it back,
It haunts and taints the person's soul.

New life sprouted from the thorns,
They were flowers which dispersed into the air,
Releasing her from the thing that choke her.
She can speak freely, without no doubt left.

Free from the thorns she once used to have,
She was more expressive than ever.
Her voice was a gift,
She can now smile and laugh to her heart's content.