Pear

Pear

Girl,

A pear shape of a vigorous girl,

With cinnamon monolid eyes that are so opaque couldn't tell the blue from her eyes even stare directly in her soul,

Her vast grin that went to ear to ear,

Her thunderous and distinctive laugh ,

So unique and extontic, but how could she show a faint smile so big and bold as she may be suffering internally?

Her mother, alien from her homeland now in a peculiar unexplored world, language, and customs,

Her homeland destroyed, meteorites falling from the sky, screams of anguish roared through out the sky,

The smell of rotten corpses, common blood, foreign blood, connected blood in the gloomy rainforest,

Them and “us” heard the thunder constantly, so much you flitch even from the thought of it,

Was it from God, she pondered as the shining meteorites fell to her home burning away their sins?

No, not out of God name, but as in the devil trying spilt the heart and soul of the sabotage homeland,

Could never go back had to coax her way to safety and her siblings,

Constant pressure, constant breaks of insanity,

Violence was the greatest relief from severe damnation,

Was it moral or ethic?

She saved herself as for survival but did it to cloister herself.

Family, the unbreakable bond,

The family bond so twisted warped in malice, spite, and disarray,

Saddened by her loss of everything that she knew and loved,

A cripple soul shattered into broken glass, turn into a star so uncommon what happened,

Takes it out in immoral and in nefarious ways so much so a long deep resentment was the cause,

The grotesque of being misused

She’s happy yet sad of everything doesn’t know why she felt this way,

An untalked and melancholy past which the girl unwilling thinks about from time to time,

Degraded from purity, beaten into submission ,

Adaption become salvation for purity,

Wanted not to be notice but notice to an extant,

Is that wrong?

She asked why,

No “good” answers came to her,

She did the best she could,

It was never enough,

Alone for the longest time, she became despondent to the break of acceptance of complete solitude,

The radiant light from the heavens came in her eyes,

A young but bear-like man, who is gruff on the outside, warm in the inside,

Filled with empathy not sympathy,

Of loneliness and abandonment that trouble them for a very long time,

The lovers became unbreakable with each other,

Though of course not as perfect as heaven couple ,

A child came unexpected,

Baby, sweet little tiger with hazel circle eyes,

Girl was overjoyed but wary,

Maybe she will turn out wicked ,

It was her greatest fear and shame,

Shame turned into vulnerability,

Vulnerability was her greatest weakness, constant questions raised in her so she was fleeing.

She gave birth to two more children,

A baby girl was brought in the world, who’s is a reflection of purest glass of girl,

Same mongoloid cinnamon eyes, same beaver teeth, same zigzag hair hints of brown and black,

Gruff, moody, down- to- earth was the new little girl whose nickname similar to the man,

A small boy monkey soon followed similar to the girl, but more after the grizzly bear,

Normal boy outside, inside is a completely labyrinth ,

So much so little boy was studied as a foreign object would,

Tears fall upon the eldest child and the girl,

For the mirror and the bear just sat in shadows and waited silently not saying too much nor too little,

They were the first.

Acceptance is hard and unfair yet comforting.

Was it her fault that her child is like that? She pondered.

God’s punishment or resolution for always being connected to family.

She thinks she is looking at mirror mix feelings rises,

Rigorous tasks were given, constant unjust treatment, inequality in trust,

Sound waves of heat waves from their teeths,

Ran away from it but not too far from reach,

Guilt drove the girl to isolation as the mirror.

Is it strange? Guilt is quite a selfish emotion demanding to protect the prey than the predator.

Glittering rays of happiness filled her the majority of time yet the occasional irritation,

Flashes of uncontrolled tantrums cast upon her,

It doesn’t excuse it,

‘Should it excuse it?’

Oh Mirror pondered, her mind swirling as a clockwise tornado, went for guidance but no one knew,

Missed chances of common normality,

The Mirror made her decision.

Forgiveness was given, though cause years of resentment beforehand,

However, regrowth in the new kindle relationship bloomed,

Loving and caring; more open for feelings,

Still levels of trickery,

Strength in the heart was the cause of the forgiveness not out of sympathy,

Treatment was fair as white lilies,

Innocents was restored but was firmness around the edges,

Flaws were pardon, but never disregarded from the cryptic past,

New brinks of normality for the copy and the girl,

Built house of hope for the better,

The greatest illusion gave her great amount of comfort yet the feelings insecurity,

Belief in the illusion doesn’t make it right or wrong.