Bright Center and Dark Edges

She was the bright sunshine,
in the lives of many sad souls.
But she was neither yours nor mine;
she belonged to a facade of control.
Her beauty was in her words,
but eloquence evaded her tongue.
Her smiles were like painted birds-
always flying; never perched, never sung.
Existing only at the center,
she fades around the edges,
which, to non-existence, tether.
Among people she builds bridges.
Inside her own, she is destruction abound;
inside her soul, nothing but self hate is found.

21 comments

  1. oldmanali · March 27, 2014

    Okay! I give up, what’s the answer to the riddle? 🙂

  2. Hanne T. Fisker · March 27, 2014

    Intriguing title and the poems adds even more curiosity to the story between the lines…

  3. randomrose · March 28, 2014

    Beautifully executed. So sad that that the warmth of self love cannot enter.

    • anumshafique · March 28, 2014

      Thank you so much randomrose! 🙂

  4. cricketmuse · March 28, 2014

    Always appreciate a sonnet…

  5. vgarrison77 · March 29, 2014

    oh my gosh, so beautiful, it is like you wrote abut me! Okay, going back to read again!

    • anumshafique · March 29, 2014

      Thank you for reading and it touches me that you could relate to it.

      • vgarrison77 · March 29, 2014

        you’re welcome, have a lovely weekend!

  6. justmadstuff · March 29, 2014

    WOW. I am spellbound. *.*

    • anumshafique · March 29, 2014

      Aww thank you justmadstuff! Didn’t know it could have such an effect. 🙂

  7. I like this a lot. I’m a sucker for a sonnet. I can relate to it a bit. Thanks for stopping by blog, too.

    ~ Audrey

  8. Starralee · March 31, 2014

    Wow, this is rich. I especially like “smiles like painted birds”–excellent!

  9. the pensive hexe · April 4, 2014

    Lovely!

  10. fergusandthedruid · April 4, 2014

    Reminds me of the these lyrics!

    “Eloquent”
    by Sanctus Real

    I’m as eloquent as an elephant
    ’bout as headstrong as the Mighty King Kong
    on a rampage, throwing airplanes
    I can’t believe you haven’t gone away,
    gone away…

    I am difficult, argumentative
    ’bout as thick skulled as the dinosaur bones on a display in a glass case
    I can’t believe you haven’t run away,
    run away….

    It must be different through your eyes
    because you look at me like it’s the first time,
    the first time you’ve ever seen my face

    I’m preoccupied with a crowded mind
    I get off track like a train rolling back to the future
    Never too sure who’ll be here when I come back around,
    but I’m finding out…

    It must be different through your eyes
    because you look at me like it’s the first time,
    the first time you’ve ever seen…

    It must be different through your eyes
    because you look at me like it’s the first time,
    the first time you’ve ever seen my face

    Would I see you the way that you see me?
    I don’t understand the way you see me

    It must be different through your eyes
    because you look at me like it’s the first time,
    the first time you’ve ever seen my face

    And it must be different in your eyes
    Would you look at me like it’s the first time
    you’ve ever seen my face?
    My face…

    Would you look at me like it’s the first time
    that you’ve ever seen my face?

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