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Susan K. Rowse

Soul Recognition

I watched from my window high above ground
Then spotted a young girl, her tears were profound
I walked from my office to offer my hand
And just when I saw her...like shifting sand
Her being transpired into the wind
I was met by an image...my spirits had sent
There just before me as my face unfolded
Was the woman I knew...energies confounded
Inside her spirit had been crushed
Her smile was an effort for most of us
She appears on the outside a wonderful soul
Contented and happy til her whispers unfold
I'm tired of being alone...
Tired of all this and want to go home.
You see I'm a vagrant inside my heart
It rings alone with no one a part
It needs a nest where energies live
It needs a whisper to help it give
It's open and faithful and knows the muse
It lives for nothing now...just being used.
I saw and listened and recognized
The spirit of me and why I cry.
I saw here this young girl inside of a woman
Confused and lonely no love appearing
Seems they all left, the few she let in
It also is likely they wanted to mend
Then never grew as this heart was pure
They couldn't accept that her love was assured
Men who have pained and lost their hearts
Never get over the devoted parts
The parts of a woman who can make a difference
Instead they stop in...but only to visit
Poor gentle woman with tenderness here
She weeps with her spirit til her Lancelot appears...
I jerk back in silence with my voice all choked
This woman was me and then I broke
Into pieces that needed this break
This resolution of self...for my own sake.