
I heard a story of a lily with a golden crown
A story told, not by words but by the absence of sound
Evident was the poison that drove men to unconsciousness
and a whisper, swearing never to be wanting, never to be found
The tale of a mysterious warrior, finding her glory in the sound of an empty bottle
I heard she was subtle in her words, meek, and never caused trouble
Blooming like the wild lilies
I heard she was lovely, sweet, and full of life
and for that reason, I heard they never saw her coming,
You spare no prisoners, you keep collecting
Your jar of souls found yearning and wanting
and so I kept my distance to save myself from you
but then I heard the whispers, and it was time for me to choose
I was curious and believed to be the exception
To survive, my only mission
My hopes and dreams, my only redemption
She was lovely, sweet, and full of life
She was subtle, meek, and never caused trouble
But she had scars and grew thorns to survive
She wishes to be free, to let go of her jar of souls
but she needs them to feel wanted, and so the story goes
Silly Lily don't you know you are worth more than gold
Shed those dead leaves of resentment, regret, and blame
Dip your feet in the fountain of newness
and flourish in an existence that befits your glory
More than anything, love yourself
Be the author of your story.
About the Creator
Juo Nwafor-Orizu
I find myself drifting into words, I can't help it and I don't mind it. It's almost as if reality is the invader and my imagination a pure bliss of theraputic nostalgia. I hope your experience reading them are enjoyable.


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Inspiring!