13 September, 2010

Monday Mutterings: Personal Poetry

I wrote this this past winter about the man I thought I was going to marry.  I ended up with a wonderful husband who is worth my worship and praise.

“Worshiping the Boy”

Holding onto
                       frivolous
promises made
                                               love
       underneath the
       gaze of the
                                         m o o n l i g h t
                drawn
                to her
                                        mind less banter
       for the child
       who is
                                       name less worry
                 for the girl
                 who lost her
                                                         self
worth less in the
              
eyes of the
                boy who
                              raped her
senses with
flippant oaths
                written
                      on
                          the
                              m o o n s t o n e.

2 comments:

Samantha Marshall said...

Beautiful!

Willow said...

Thank you. I stopped writing poetry around the time things started falling apart with this "boy." Then, something just sparked within me again recently. I'm a little sad that I let my art be lost because of a man.

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