(Here at last is the final poem in the series that began with "Observations of a Little Girl" and continued with "For Fear of Beauty," "The Mirror Tells It All," and "Glimpses.")
All my life I have chased a dream of who I want to be,
But the dream turns to wind and I'm left with only me.
All my life I've lost myself in the mirror's weary face--
The tear-streaked eyes, the hardened mouth, the unpenetrated glaze.
I have tried to be rustic; I have tried to be strong.
My life has been a masquerade, and unfelt, dreary song.
Despite the closets where I live with the secrets that I hide,
I was never meant to live alone: I was made to be a bride.
And somehow in my dark domains, I feel this in my bones,
But I have not yet opened up, for fear that I'll still be alone.
From my closet, from my cell, I hear a voice ring through:
"You are mine, chosen long ago; and now I've come for you."
A gentle voice met with gentle hands and eyes that see my heart,
Come rescue me from empty dreams; come rip this mask apart.
Now I unchain this beauty; now I set her free.
Oh God, let me loose myself in Your identity.
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I think your best lines in this piece are: "I was never meant to live alone: I was made to be a bride" and "And somehow in my dark domains, I feel this in my bones." I like the bride and bone imagery best. =)
Oh, and, I added you to my Blogs I Read.
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