Sweet spirit
Hearts in chains
How I wish I had
the keys to your locks
Set you free
Alas, you are
the only one with
secret key
to FREE YOURSELF
Image taken from Google free images: this was
for a song by Roseanne Cash
Sweet spirit
Hearts in chains
How I wish I had
the keys to your locks
Set you free
Alas, you are
the only one with
secret key
to FREE YOURSELF
Image taken from Google free images: this was
for a song by Roseanne Cash
Many years ago, while going assisting a friend of getting out of a toxic relationship, I was inspired to write a poem. You see, when a woman is abused, physically, sexually or emotionally, there are scars that won’t heal, like the ones that tell you that you are less than worthy, and no matter who else talks to her of her beauty, even people who know her inside and out, she won’t believe it. She believes she has brought this disgrace and shame upon herself and that she deserves the treatment. Someday, I want to be that mirror that reminds those women of their beauty and reflect true images. Upon reading this to a friend, he remind me that this could hold true for anyone. *
Woman in the Mirror
Brushing her grizzled hair
She gapes emotionless in the mirror
Battered, bruised
Tattered, confused
*
A spy could not detect
What she witnesses…
The shattering On the inside
The image looks fuzzy
So she asks him
What do you see?
His reply:
“A dandelion
Lawn cluttering pest
grass choker
worthless”
Inside she crumbles
believes he is right
puts her brush away
and cries her self to sleep.
_ _ _ _ _
“But please, please Ask me,”
the mirror begs.
“But don’t just ask me…
Believe me…”
For I have known you best
I have appraised
your heart and soul
since you were a little girl
I have no intentions
Nor desire
to distort you Or lie to you
Only to reflect what I see.
You…you my dearest…
You are a lily, A day lily
With its radiant face to the sun
You, who blossom With the slightest ray
You who invite with Arms flung open wide
To allow the drink of your nectar
You, who provide the Bees
with the sweetest Of nutrients
for their honey
Look… look closely
Your lines are not Prickly needles
Look even closer,
The lines, Your lines
Softly curve and flow
Welcoming.
Look again
You are unwrapped
You invite
You inspire a second look
In this breathless moment…
You are cherished
You are valued
You are amazingly beautiful.
Day Lily with arms flung wide open.