I have always been unraveling
That which the world would make of me
In doing so, I have pulled your strings, too
You haven't always liked the unraveling
But I just kept finding those strings
Unable to refrain from picking at things that felt wrong
More instinct than intention at first
My questions and my ways making waves
I see now why I was often such an irritant
But there was no other way for me
From the beginning, I saw the holes in it
In the way we were taught to be
Woman, blinded and powerless
Invisible, made right only in her disappearance
And so you gave it all to them
Making of them Prince Valiant
They wore it like a heavy, ill fitting coat
It wasn't right for them
But if they took it off, what then?
They tried to dull the pain of dragging it around
While you watched proudly, your own life force spilling out
Everyone filling roles that were killing them
You all stood around saying it was holy
And I was incredulous, shaken with the horror of it
The Princes had to wear the coat you fashioned
Miserable in the wearing, pretending a perfect fit
There never seemed to be relief
Sex, drinking, praying, hating, loving....
Nothing worked
Only in taking OFF that coat are they free
And few are up to the task
It takes immense strength, every day
But when they do
Those very few strong ones
I stand with them
For I am one who sees
And when truth finally reigns
I use all that I am
To protect, support and make easy the way
Yes
I unravel myself, and all around me
Pulling on every string that smells false
It is my nature
I may unravel you in doing so if you stand too close
So stand back if you wish to remain as you are
There is beauty, truth and freedom in the unraveling
But it is not for the faint of heart
Nor the weak in spirit
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