Let Your Soul Awaken
The little girl dreamed of becoming someone great —
with the sharp blade of her pen,
she would bring justice to poverty and deprivation.
She had seen her father’s defeated life with her own eyes,
and on her mother’s torn clothes —
the pale reflection of helplessness.
She swallowed pain and sorrow whole,
while the so-called civilized world
turned deaf to their voices of emotion.
In the name of love, people wear masks of deceit;
under the guise of help, they only seek
to discover one’s weakness.
And those who come disguised as friends —
they can be more dangerous than enemies.
Inside her rebellious heart,
there echoed the cry of heartbreak.
Yet when sunlight streamed through the window,
a new courage rose in her eyes —
the courage to conquer darkness.
She refused to yield;
her mind vowed
that one day, she would build
a throne of justice above all wrongs.
But in the evening, when darkness returned home,
she felt a twinge of fear
before the bloodthirsty shadows of cruelty.
In the balance between courage and fear,
she no longer knew which weighed more.
Perhaps she had even lost
the very measure of right and wrong.
Life’s battle was hard —
so many words, yet her voice was choked.
Her dreams, once bright,
lay smothered in the dust of reality.
Then, with a trembling body, a dry throat,
and lips cracked with exhaustion —
her pen suddenly spoke:
“Now, let your soul awaken.”
