UNBROKEN

At the dawn were she first whispered, Untouched naivety is what she is, Tiny little fingers flailing as she speaks, Feets druming the floor rythmically as she walks, Unaware of the uncertainties ahead. And life became uncertain, With a pressure on mid chest, With aching touches on her purity, With predatory gazes she comes across, With voices she deals with, Silent acceptance, as if she holds the answer, But the silence is too blaring to bleed, She is holding on, breathing, existing, To uphold her world, And that she is called "woman",divine!