A Poem from Barbara Kasey Smith’s Corner of the World
Wind brushes; dries tears…
strokes shoulders
tousles and dishevels hair.
Mists wash rawness from my soul.
Left to believe I’m unworthy of love
a creature without hope for intimacy.
It demeans and mortifies…
knows there’s balminess and desire alive.
Who’s to make a judgement causing a person
to sense such unfit and worthless thoughts?
It’s evil and coldhearted…
rips self-worth; destroys confidence from a soul.
I’ll recover;
wear a halo of celebrity…
forget rejections and humiliations
rise above cast-offs attesting a wrong
present passion and celebration for another
realize I’ve achieved a height of confidence
recognize love and yearnings live within.
Mists wash rawness out of my soul…
realize I’ve triumphed over a wound
that stung like a bees sting to the heart
competent to remove the stinger
release a healing, recognizing love and nostalgias is alive.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2015 – Use by Permission Only.
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