Not just poetry

Not just poetry!

I woke up one morning
And everything was different.

I was different...
Different from the person I was yesterday,

Very much ashamed,
For the reflection staring back at me,
Was tainted and distorted
Yet, the mirror wasn’t broken...

I stood there
Tears burning down my cheeks,
For though I was still me,
I’d lost a part that I again would never see,
Nor you, nor him,
For he looked passed it too,

And in his haste,
Pursued with shameless taste,
He took with him,
Then dropped it there,
Somewhere.
He really did not care,
He turned and turned
And turned again
And then he turned away.

But luck would elude me
One more time,
For he stepped
And finally it bled,
(I curled up in pain...)

Then he simply walked away,

Unaware...

But then again,
The devil’s angel does not care,

I was haunted by day,
And at night I’d try to dream,
The shame away,
The unshed tears,
What someone else would see
To be just unfound fears.

Then someone came and numbed the pain
And washed me clean with forest rain,
No lies you told,
No truth withheld,
No poetry...

You healed me with simplicity,
The emptiness,
Caused by someone else’s ruthlessness,
Became
No more,
No less,
It dissipated into nothingness...

You helped me see,
Not what was broken,
But what was not,
You did not try to stop the tears,
Nor tried to cease my stupid fears,

Instead you caught it,
Then let it go
And helped me see,
The beauty still inside of me,

You found again,
What I thought I’d lost for good,
And helped me understand
And fin’ly accept the unfound truth,
The past is where it should be,
Not locked behind an iron door,
The key not to be found no more...

You filled the void with love,

No shame,
No game,
No pretty painted pictures
Plastered on a wall,

No poetry...

All you did was love me,
Unconditionally!


Written: 25/07/03
By: Anthia Verine Moultrie

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