I Am

I AM

I am …

A woman
With a full heart, hidden
Somewhere in an empty room …
With eyes not quite of rain’s grey, and yet
Neither all of ocean’s blue;
I wonder …
If love is a tale made for children –
A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence –
A honey-coating to help their throats
Choke down the bitter draught …
I hear …
A voice that whispers warnings, half-formed,
Bodiless as hope, until I swear I cannot draw
Another breath unless this spectre be unmasked,
His lies mangled ‘neath my righteous tread;
I see …
A woman, proud, uncompromising,
Diaphanous as air – less, even, than the tears
That fall in desolation about her weary feet,
Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground …
I want …
A measure of quietude, a certain silence,
The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming,
The nothing that stills the wanting,
The numb, the cold that laughs at pain;
I am
A woman,
hidden …

I pretend …
That I can live forever – that Time
Has no puissance but that which I afford Him –
And so, I can wait, I can be happy tomorrow,
Sleep is for the dead; but its ghosts haunt my waking …
I feel …
Too much – too deeply to be directionless,
Too real for imagining, and yet the familiar eyes
Hold nothing of recognition – only my reflection –
A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass;
I touch …
The downy wings of hope, in wonder,
In reverence, in need, in hunger;
Alas, it burns my fingers as a flame,
A sacrilege, self-defined …
I worry …
That I am alone; that in my longing
I have forsaken all – but oh, what reward,
What smile divine should light the path to freedom –
And how can I but heed the siren’s call?
I cry …
For having too much, for fear of bursting,
And then, when by the pouring of my soul
I lie, a vessel emptied, I cry again
For what was had, and lost;
I am
A woman,
empty …

I understand
That life is what you make it,
That sometimes, the coat of many colors
That marks your triumphs brightly, blends only
To loneliest grey …
I say
That we are made by life, shaped,
Broken, perhaps – unmade and voided –
But always, the core of us remains, waiting
With only faith, with trust, to be reborn;
I dream
Of bluest waters, reaching
With unnatural hands toward the faded sky,
Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits,
Carrying me water-breathing past corals and clouds …
I try …
To lead by example, knowing
That merely the telling holds no power;
A gift of giving is merely a day, while
A gift of knowing spans forever;
I hope …
That my darkness holds you gently,
That pain is halved by sharing, that feeling
Wields nothing past the words it summons,
Except that it touch you with only healing …
I am
A woman,
only.

~*~SCF~*~ / 11.2006

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2 thoughts on “I Am

  1. I wish I could write poetry. There’s something about this art form that speaks directly to one’s soul in a way that prose never will. This is really a beautiful post…made my morning richer, thank you.

    • Thank you very much for your kind words. I greatly appreciate them. I love writing and words … the outlet, itself, varies. I hope you stop by as the Muse moves me. *hugs* 🙂

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