She lies alone, imprisoned by fate,
her face hidden, her nature denied.
Then into her gaol a mystic song steals,
Seductively painful, well known since a child.
Within it’s sweet melody a promise is held,
A life and a death, both pain and reward.
The sirens entice and the woman must yield,
Offering herself to the harpies’ sharp claws.
Fear of the drugs and fear of the blade,
Fear of relations and fear of reflections.
Courage is hard when you can’t share your fears,
But the fear of not trying pushes on past the tears.
Ahead lies the light, on each hand lies despair.
Behind are the ashes of chances deferred.
Damned if she stays and damned if she dares,
Well damn all the world, I’ll finally be her.
(C) Persephone 2011
Comments
I wish I had this courage...
...thank you for this; please post this as a verse to be published? Thanks
Dio vi benedica tutti
Con grande amore e di affetto
Andrea Lena
Love, Andrea Lena
I agree with Andrea on this one.
It's very poignant, filled as it is with past despairs, current difficulties, fears, then determination.
I dont usually comment on verse, but this one just caught my attention and I had to come back and say something.
Maggie
I am reminded
of the quote from Winston Churchill, "If you're going through hell, keep going."
Well stated... well said.
These are things many of us have felt. Thanks for expressing them so well.
Janet
Mistress of the Guild of Evil [Strawberry] Blonde Proofreaders
To be or not to be... ask Schrodinger's cat.
Janet
Mistress of the Guild of Evil [Strawberry] Blonde Proofreaders
To be or not to be... ask Schrodinger's cat.
be proud
to be who you are "Damm all the world." be yourself.
"Treat everyone you meet as though they had a sign on them that said "Fragile, under construction"
dorothycolleen
Really powerful, Persephone
How's life been lately, by the way? Good, worrisome, filled with events?
Faraway
Big Closet Top Shelf
Where you can fool around like you want to and most you get is some bemused good ribbing!
Faraway
Big Closet Top Shelf
Where you can fool around like you want to and most you get is some bemused good ribbing!
Poetry.
I've written this comment about five times trying to describe this poem. It's sad. It's beautiful. It's honest. It's emotive. It sums up in the last line the sheer bloody mindedness that is need to take that first step in transition. And this line pretty much describes what goes around my head at the moment:
Siren Song is definitely the right title for it. And it is definitely poetry.
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."
Well Done
Use your head, but follow your heart.
Well done, dear girl.
Nan
"You may be what you resolve to be."
T.J. Jackson
Excellent!
Excellent!