She's not begging for crumbs anymore...

It has taken time for her to see

That the crumbs are really nothing close to what she seeks

How can she plunder her self worth

Constantly battling and fighting the darkest of dirt

Are these obstacles here with great truth and meaning?

Surely there's method here, as its so unappealing

For her to find any other way

That keep those stormy rain clouds a fair distance away

As she kneels down to pray, for what? she's not sure

For opening windows and bright coloured doors

The path once before her was dark grey and grim

now there's a sprinkling of light in the dim

She's so grateful for everything that she walked past

Her courage and patience is not easy to mask

She's growing weary and is often quite teary

Each day is a battle of emotions within

Her tears fall for those who can't listen

she fear rises higher of those who can't see

What a terrible hopeless she sees all around

The positive within her only acts as a covering cloud

It's repetitive and ongoing every day of the week

But how can she shout when they don't hear her speak

An adventure, they say, you'll like, they smile

Oh she's sure she can, but they don't know how x

I drew peacocks for my grandmother

I'm not sure why

but she seemed to like them

so when I think of peacocks

I think about my Nana M x