I could not stay down in the deepest part of despair <br />as always my fictional characters came with a play <br />an allegory, a parable of wisdom triumphant over <br />blackness and death, as I grit my teeth and sank <br />lower under the yoke <br /> <br />The drama they enacted started to lift my feet until I <br />was out of my body - determined to wear the crown <br />of thorns I went to French class to listen to politics - <br />presented by Christophe Emery – and determinedly <br />the story kept going <br /> <br />Then we talked about cloning and clichés, there was <br />room for me to breathe, better emotion than horror at <br />politicians’ complete lack of ethics filled my heart, we <br />listened to Rima explain about Maghreb, I showed <br />her the article about Algeria <br /> <br />Where classic Arabic is the state language although <br />nobody can understand it; the sun came out and the <br />purple explosions of Jacarandas became an Arc de <br />Triomphe for me – I can visualise you in a new way, <br />see you conquer the enemy: <br /> <br />Loneliness and despair - I dream of Carine being <br />uplifted and finding new joy, her eyes opening <br />wide to see the beauty inside <br />the wonder of life...<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beauty-inside-2/
