Anyone ever feel disenfranchised, isolated, or judged by society? Here's some food for thought.
Stitches of a Scarlet Letter
She is filled with so much love--
that she is foolish.
She hears sometimes,
but is sometimes deaf.
Sometimes she hears,
but comprehends not.
Sometimes she hears
but cares not.
Sometimes she hears,
but acts like the wall fly
hearing the buzz of the room,
but without any reaction.
Stolid soul taking it in
like medicine
that one is forced to swallow
without daring to utter
a voice of protest.
Instead her heart cries, Be
Still
the longer she stays,
the more the voices
toy with her.
They begin making
foolish conjectures.
She hears lies all around--
she knows they are lies.
Yet she is
Still
each one adds
another stitch
to the scarlet letter
forming on her heart.
She distracts herself.
She will not drink.
She cannot, will not
Think
too long
and too hard,
because to do so
only drives her further
into the depths
of despair--
a despair she
need not have,
a despair that she
would not
could not
have.
How could she
Despair
the dream
that has come
true,
just because
part of the dream
seems a bygone.
Isn't it true,
that she has
found the man
of her dreams
and yet
he's not
as perfect
as she once
thought.
Yet he loves
her--
Her whole family
loves her.
Yes why
despair . . .
When she has
people who
Love
her, she knows
what matters
is that those
who know her
best
will always
love her
no matter
what--
even when
they do not
always approve
of her actions.
And lately
if they knew
might be
Disapproving
herself,
perhaps it
was her own
criticism
she heard
from others'
lips.
Yet how then
could their
voices so clearly
ring out,
but how often
could she imagine
that they were talking
about her.
Maybe this is her
dream after all.
Did not she always
dream of being
Popular
she is
and she
feels it
in
this scarlet
letter
that she holds
close to
her heart
as her way of
reminding herself
of how
different
she is
from everyone
and
how delicious
to be the focus
of their gossip.
Is that not the
cost of
being famous?
And so,
perception
has made her
dream come true
after all.
1 comment:
Beautiful. Just like you. What a deep and remarkable etching of your emotions. You have always been a gifted poet. I hope you will write even more during these days.
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