Within her body,
This peaceful warrior for humanity
Category of amity with vast ability
Seeker of the truth and mysteries
Floods essence in endless worries
Respectful to the elements of life
Dwelling in body of a vowed wife
Mother of indigos unyielding fame
Two sprouts venerating their name
Force of a goddess within her love
Soul is reunited with a kindred one
Devoted with passion she does lust
For gentleness beyond human trust
Long ago she aimed to be a teacher
Awaking people yet not a preacher
Living in drive beyond blazing fire
Loving fully devoid of limits desire
Young four year old she was shaken
Lured with sweets by stranger taken
Yet rescued and survived this trouble
Like cat with nine lives times double
Tempted by aromas of existing dust
Secured choices only own she trusts
Hunting resolutions for an equal rule
Unmasked she was many times a fool
Beaten and abused she has lost a count
Most of her youthful years were shunt
She holds no loathing has long forgave
Thriving free at last and not like slave
She escaped her nation as a young teen
From so many abusive entities unclean
And established better life in this world
Survived for purpose in this story told
Young trivial girl in filthy refugee camp
Dirty in line holding pan and food stamp
The smell of sweat and a decaying trash
She tries to forget this throbbing in gash
Overcoming hurdles these above few
Each memory hot such as boiled stew
Knowing each was meant for reasons
Learning to grow with yearly seasons
She captures photos and loves to paint
Humbly maintains her passions quaint
Rush she gets from dynamism existing
Daily creating with a force persisting
Calling was revealed to her long ago
Informed by messenger of her aglow
To do something important with kids
She seeks to look for with gaping lids
Devoted is the crave for vivid colour
Living in her artistic psyche of stellar
Admiring unique creativity of man
Colliding into awareness like a ram
She is skilled in so much yet modest
Always devoted, spirited and honest
In this fleshy matter fine yet strong
With sixth sense rarely is she wrong
Explicit fan of fairness so analytical
Her writing may seem a bit illogical
Spends time submerged in thinking
Appreciates reality beyond blinking
Appreciates the days of pouring rain
Reviving nature and to wash her pain
Enjoys dancing to the rhythm of beat
In the raindrops vitality and suns heat
Indulging is her spirit in photos taken
Of lightening so close one gets shaken
Though no bearing has this on frights
She simply approaches alluring sights
Vision average is within her body not
Making no excuses just simply forgot
Seeing on a grid that resides in realm
Humans uphold in but their own palm
Concealing the touch to heal various
Hunger and war makes her so furious
While indulging in tastes of red wine
Cannot help feeling as a stylish swine
Active in journey lives with a purpose
Yet anticipates departing her carcass
Longing for a unity once felt in heat
Distrusting of shells countless on feet
Within her body resides intense light
Relentlessly exists in absolute might
Learning and accepting this she must
Her code of belief lives deep in trust
In weak moments gets easily confused
Feelings so powerful yet often bruised
On the inside she resonates sundry hue
Yet on the external she resembles you
Fully awake very aware of her deeds
Thankful for food that her body needs
Heedful of money, this worldly stuff
These illusions projected are so duff
She finds earthly possessions cheap
Believes in what you sow you’ll reap
Alive fully in abundance enjoying life
Always in joy yet challenged by strife
Laughter is a must her daily delight
With laughter bursts pain she smites
Loves to smile and embellishes jokes
Yet dares not to make fun with pokes
Awaking many to live along beside
With wonder to endeavour so wide
She does with skills always reaching
Higher and higher her soul teaching
Believes she has lived lifetimes many
Walking endlessly trailing the destiny
Though unable still to clearly convey
A message daily she is advised to say
You may or not see a vision non blurry
In but penmanship conveying her story
Continues to write her daily few lines
In lifetimes biddings her soul yet shines
Now, if I got you lost I meant no trouble
Should we ever meet in life I will double
Exploring and laughs with fun in one day
I am truly a kid at heart and love to play
© 2008 By Janette Ihnatova Dengo
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