I was soft spoken, kind, obliging
blessed be the peacemakers
and cursed be the used and abused
looking at myself I wonder
where I would be without you
I was a sleeping giant, tethered
by the needs and desires of others
a shadow woman behind my petal walls
afraid to grasp any small pleasure
not daring to wake to the sound
of my different drum, unselfish
unhappy, unfulfilled.... undone
it was you with your determination
your testosterone aggressiveness
that shook me out of a stupor
I am strong because you were strong
and though I do not use the weapon
of my sharp intellect and barbed tongue
until I am provoked to defend my rights
I do know now that I have rights
It was you who poured your steel
into my soul and wakened my power
it is you I walk the path of love with
two extremes becoming balanced equals
A FINE POETIC CARPET...MESHED, WELL WORN AND SO EXCELLENTLY WOVEN TO THE GLORY OF LOVE! THANK YOU, LA BELLE! A KEEPER, INDEED. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS.
Two very fortunate persons are depicted here. Hold tight. As Betty would say, "it's going to be a bumpy ride", but unlike the context of Betty's jab, you seem to ready to prove her wrong.
This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
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"… And cursed be the used and abused…"
Perhaps it is redeemed by the following line, but I don't think so.
Ron
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