Poem 27. Dear Dhaye (A Letter to Myself)A Chapter by DhayeA Letter to MyselfDear Dhaye, my inner child How are you today? I hope you’re fine and mild To find the safest way. You walk with tears each jiffy Like season not controlled; Bearing cross of scarcity Like an inherited curse.
Dear Dhaye, my teenage lass You’re in such great discomfort Each day you go on class with wrinkled pair of clothes. They laughed at you more frequently For them you’re such a bore; With that you grew with inferiority But struggled much with honor.
Dear Dhaye, my adult guise You’ve grown up but it’s idem; The crying baby and my child My fearful teenage girl. You cry in those sharp voices Afraid of people’s judgment; You still do have that weakness No strength to show your talent.
Dear Dhaye, my ripened person I’m glad you tasted your plate; You fought for your opinion And stood high for your faith. You’re no longer that helpless Accepted judgment brightly; You opened doors for progress And live with pride and integrity. ![]() © 2013 DhayeAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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