Long raven black hair; enchanting deep brown eyes;
She was a beautiful paradox; sculpted with the finest of things
and carved with purity, it’s as if the creator himself had taken his
sweet, oh-so-sweet time creating her
She was enchanting in the rarest of ways; walking with
grace while carrying a burden as if she held the weight of the
world on her shoulders; she was an old soul, seeing beauty in
things where most would see darkness;
Finding happiness in things where most would find grief.
She was passionate; her emotions never knew limits whether it be
love or hate
She was an open book but yet so mysterious; alluring even,
captivating those around her
Though as divine as she was,
her beauty wasn’t her only quality;
You see she was a poetess; wanting to unravel the secrets of
the world, having a way with words like no other; she bewitched
others with her poetry
Having seen pain and suffering above and beyond her years, she
was a troubled soul
Finding inspiration within the mortal world but more oftentimes
than not, she found it within herself, becoming her own muse;
Seeing the world in various mediums rather than just black and
white,
Her words became her weapon; caressing those she deeply loved
all the while bringing wrath upon those who dare cross her path
Though ironic isn’t it; for such an expressive soul, she was often
misunderstood even by those she loved
Permitting her heart that was once filled with so much warmth;
becoming ever so cold
But you see the thing is; the pain had a way of bringing out the
foremost in an artist, their tears becoming ink on paper, a name to put to their emotions
Though despite this she prayed one day on her quest as a
poetess, she would find someone who could melt her
Permitting her to not only write about her sufferings but as well as joy.
Sinthia Hoque
