ODE: "THE ICON OF HER SECRETS" BY CYRA THE POET

Her mind so destructed ,

Her eyes light with need of destructions ,

She coils silently in her cocoon ,

Slowly binding her own time .

An icon mark, she will never forget,

She tears into her own ,

Silently cutting freedom from within her,

She is broken,

A piece even nature cant fix.

Blades can do better she says ,

Sharps edges identifies themselves ,

A mark of legacy to leave ,

Only a blade was near to fix .

Traditions and customs kept by betrayal ,

A mark of scars spilled ,

She saw the beauty in pain ,

Better be wounded than betrayed .

Pain so silent,

Hide in deep smiles ,

Never learnt to be loud ,

She wished even it could be more deeper ,

Watching blood drizzles she did.

She roasted the pain live ,

Behind the scene ,

She says more about it ,

Labelled she has done  .

CYRA THE POET

(Dripping pen)

- Kenya

The voice of the poem speaks about a lady who has faced a lot of difficulties but she sees beautiful progress at last. This is only because she decides to treat her problems and focus on her most important goals.