A poet's Day (Part 1)

Like a smiling mannequin waiting to come alive,
I waited,
for ages.
Today, I finally live my life.
Today, I finally have their ears.
Today, the finally hear
with eyes, with peace, with hearts.

The buds of my mommy's mind finally blooms.
The locks of my daddy's permission finally break.
The tree in the garden of my imagination finally blossoms,
decorating the city of their mind.

They finally come to my show,
to warm their hands in the fire of my pain.
But, it wasn't easy.
Like a wave, he kept on moving,
though rejected each time.

Like a rope rubbing against the wall,
I was the same, yet different each time.
Little more destroyed, little more strong.
But today, I burn myself to show the scars I gave the rock.

Like a smiling mannequin waiting to come alive,
I finally live my life.
On my death bed......