Writing Wings For You

Marie Lukasik Wallace ~ # I LIVE Poetry – I'm passionate about life and writing and all things creative and poetic!


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Hearts in Chains be Free

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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


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The Mirror Decides to Speak

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

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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. 

 

  lily

  Day Lily with arms flung wide open.