Tragic, my love
That we now are apart
Nothing prepares
For intense, aching heart
Devotion was evident
Love? Not a doubt.
Adoration shone daily
A connection to tout
But you’re gone now
Life partner
I’m left here alone
Our garden’s completed
The children are grown
Plans carefully mapped out
Through long, working years
Seem daunting and lonely
Through grief, loss and tears
We should never have waited.
Forever is an illusion.
Adamant about a life she knew she could create
She focused not on here, now, truth; began to fabricate
A storyline, connection-filled, that spoke of great success
A family tree, community, no violence, duress
She left behind the hardships, the people who’d mistreat
Forgot about the nay-sayers whose goal was her defeat
She moved across the country. She got a new address.
She changed her name, enrolled in school, vowed never to confess
The peculiar caste from which she rose
The brutal chapter, finally closed.
The hollow of her neck invaded all he tried to ponder
Her scent, a-waft on crowded walk, forced eyes and mind to wander
Another, viewed from far behind, who moved as she, here, might have
Sent his heart up to his throat, and beads to lip and forehead.
Obsession got the best of him; he knew that he was doomed
The day his father’s too-young bride first came into his room.
I AM a weaver,
Believer
Of mad tales.
A woman, magic, artisan,
Creator now, I AM, have been.
I’ll testify, verify, solidify
My point.
Those things you say I cannot have?
I have them.
Those times you say will not exist?
I live them.
Nexus’ deemed too high for me?
I make them.
Successes thought beyond my grasp?
I reach them.
I AM a weaver,
Believer
Of mad tales.
I will them into existence.
Go ahead. Test me.
When younger,
Feeling completely inadequate and out of place,
I thought I must top everyone at everything.
I had to be smarter, faster, thinner, jump higher.
Traits I deemed negative? Truths, toward ugly?
Eradicate ‘em or bury ‘em deep,
But do not let them ooze or seep
Into the light of day.
Now I’ve been blessed with decades ~
And I learned ( ! )
There will always be someone
~ Who has not yet ( ! ) ~
Who forces herself
To be smarter, faster, thinner, jump higher.
Who fails to see the positive, her truths, toward beauty.
And I send her light and love,
Knowing some day, if she works at it, she will.
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