let me shed
these threadbare rags
the clothes of convention
wardrobe of society
ecclesiastical attire
the dirty laundry of
women like me
of women
of me
of ME
these garments
that encumber me so
that stifle and stigmatize
that suffocate my soul
suffer me so - suffer my heart
rip them from my body
strip them away from the meat of my bones
tear them from my pure white flesh
the touch of them igniting burning branding
the texture of my thoughts
then throw them back
from whence they came
from whence they were sent
into the cesspools
of their own making
they have designed their own demise
and will inherit their own destruction
in their own way and in their own time
and i
i shall dress
i shall dress me
in the fabric of my imagination
the tapestry of tangible visions
woven from the heartstrings
of mine own spirit
i shall wear frocks of silken silence
shaped by voices unheard
sewn with the threads of
my heart’s love
and i
i shall live
i shall live by the dictates
of mine own heart
by the requisites of
love that guides me
bears me with its beauty
with its truth
upholding that which is good
which bears no evil
which loves for loves sake alone
giving all to love for love
asking nothing in return
loving as i go
in my own way and in my own time
and i
these threadbare rags
the clothes of convention
wardrobe of society
ecclesiastical attire
the dirty laundry of
women like me
of women
of me
of ME
these garments
that encumber me so
that stifle and stigmatize
that suffocate my soul
suffer me so - suffer my heart
rip them from my body
strip them away from the meat of my bones
tear them from my pure white flesh
the touch of them igniting burning branding
the texture of my thoughts
then throw them back
from whence they came
from whence they were sent
into the cesspools
of their own making
they have designed their own demise
and will inherit their own destruction
in their own way and in their own time
and i
i shall dress
i shall dress me
in the fabric of my imagination
the tapestry of tangible visions
woven from the heartstrings
of mine own spirit
i shall wear frocks of silken silence
shaped by voices unheard
sewn with the threads of
my heart’s love
and i
i shall live
i shall live by the dictates
of mine own heart
by the requisites of
love that guides me
bears me with its beauty
with its truth
upholding that which is good
which bears no evil
which loves for loves sake alone
giving all to love for love
asking nothing in return
loving as i go
in my own way and in my own time
and i
i shall love
i shall love you
YOU
8 comments:
OK, gypsy breaking through conventional bonds! But...I have never seen you as conventional in the least!
Beautiful!
"i shall dress me
in the fabric of my imagination
the tapestry of tangible visions
woven from the heartstrings
of mine own spirit
i shall wear frocks of silken silence
shaped by voices unheard
sewn with the threads of
my heart’s love"
In reply, I must say, "Gossamer words spoken from the soul!"
Forbidden love causes only pain, Jenean but we still go on. perhaps that is what this persona wants.
Have a glorious week dear Jenean.
Joy always,
Susan
I love this Jenean! wonderfully said....never compromise yourself..be true to your inner soul....have a wondeful day! Marlene
there was a time, trish, however, when i did try to wear those garments - and was nearly suffocated in the process - what good was i to anyone if i were physically dead as well as spiritually dead - and so, that morning when i woke at the age of 23 and felt the warmth of the sun and heard the birds singing i knew what had to be done - and i did it -
;)
oh, sarahlah, i am so humbled by your kind words! thank you!
yes, we go on - and on, don't we dear susan! thank you so much for your faithful visits and kind words, always, dear friend!
thanks so much dear marlene! yes, true to self - anything less is a lie and a sin -
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