POETRY: Woman Vs. Self
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Woman vs. Self
So secret
Not sacred
Feels like a hell,
Always fighting
Always Angst
Never-ending war
A battlefield littered with memories
Loved ones standby while the
Woman.
Hurts.
Herself.
And this ring she fights in is blocked off on all sides
This battle cannot be about anything other than this.
She cries
She fights
And blow after blow onlookers wonder
Why can’t she leave
Why can’t she conquer
The woman looks up, battered but not broken
She sees an escape, but looks away
Outside of herself, she hears someone say
“You come out of there now! Enough is enough. Come out of that ring, we get it, you’re tough!”
Even in battle at least she has that
If she leaves the ring now, could she live without ‘that’?
She cries and she screams, unsure how to go
“I’m so scared of what I do not know.”
With a scream so loud you would think that a caterpillar was in its cacoon fiercly turning into a butterfly
she shouts “LET ME FLY!”
and she exits that ring- beaten, scarred and unsure.
She cannot walk, she cannot talk, she needs support.
And the ring quickly disappears as onlookers flock to her side
“How’d you do it?” They ask
She stares, so surprised
“All the cheering and kudos. It was you who believed…
Why is it now that you’re questioning me?”
Broken she looks at who she is now.
Woman vs. self has caused quite a crowd.
Now tell them how you stopped fighting yourself?
She looks around and sees boxing rings all about.
But she’s out.
People trapped inside.
Battles from onlookers in their own sorrows.
It’s a trap for us all and everyone’s scared
But it’s better to stop fighting and get out of there.
She wants to talk magic and life-giving-life.
But the words don’t seem to come out right.
“I get it, I promise, because I am you.
We can stop all this madness and be happy too.”
Her rythm stops being so familiar and kind now.
She looks back at her sorrow
The only way out is the only way out
A moment in time
Sipping celebratory red wine
Smiles and laughter now come by
Tea. A hug. A repentant inside.
The only way out is the only way out…