This is a re-post of a poem that I wrote in 2007, but it fit so well with today’s theme that I am re-posting it.
Inside my hand lies a beautiful gift
It was given to me by my Father
He said “my child – this present is yours
Treasure it like no other”
Inside my hand glows a beautiful box
Adorned with diamonds and gold
The finest artisans showing their best
Of beauty, now mine to behold
Inside my mind, burning with angst
What is within these walls of such grace
I anticipate madly, holding my breath
Expectant joy lighting my face
Inside, is a necklace of brilliant rare jewels?
Or a ring for my dainty finger
Fine garments of silk to drape over my skin
Or riches to enjoy while I linger
“But wait,” says my Father, “there is only one thing
This box, you may never uncover
Until the day that I say it’s alright
What it contains is not yours to discover”
I grit in frustration for such beauty I see
I can only imagine the mystery inside
Yet I am solemnly sworn to not open the lid
I promised Him when I lied
My determined face, frosty, aloof
I imagined being dazzled with jewels
My Father had left me alone with my box
Had He always been such a fool?
The moment was here,my fate now set
The time had come to unveil
I sat down, held my breath, opened it slow
And was shocked by a quick, putrid gale
The room turned to ash, the box to dust
As I stared with horrified eyes
I saw my reflection, the greed on my face
How could I be so unwise???
The demon before me hackled in mock
Tears slid down my face
The very phantom I was staring at
Was me, a foolish disgrace
The evil reflection, laughing at me
Snakes slithered to bind my fate
They coiled their bondage ’round my wrist
I screamed; it was already too late
She zipped up her coat against the cold, chill winds and against her heart which had just broken.
“I don’t want to see you anymore”. Devastation leads to disbelieve which leads to begging him to become better which leads to simply coming undone and letting the pain out in a harrowing cry. He won’t take it, his mind’s made up. Tears or no tears, it is finished.
She spent the next several days feeling sorry for herself and not knowing how to handle it. Then she made a decision that would change her world.
She bought a cute little puppy
In a world of sunlight there remains a shadow
The depths of or hearts yet untold
Though we look with joy, what awaits us tomorrow
We pray for love and health to unfold
You judge that this man’s barely sane
Very haughtily you sneer with disdain
You raise your nose to this rube
He’s no more than a boob
Yet he is the one that who’s refrained