Poem - She Undone

[kokopelle]

My poetry is getting slowly getting traction on social / art websites. It is nice when a bit of verse gets attention. One such observer really struck a cord with me. They were brutally honest with how they felt about themselves and the world around them. The result was not pretty, but in their work I saw a muted hope and delicate appreciation of beauty. The poem “She Undone” is dedicated to this soul and those like them.


She Undone
Poem for Day 102 – 20150412

She was undone,
frayed at the edges,
threads pulled at,
unraveling from the core,
so she could tell
where the pain ended
and she began.

Unreconciled emotion,
burning within,
the torch is lit,
to show the way,
catch fire to the weak,
consumed in rage
as the whole immolates.

So much beauty
betrayed in the end,
seen but not seen,
recognition impeded,
by static of life's chains,
held in others hands,
just out of reach.

Pain in the end,
life's constant companion,
unwanted consort,
dreaded paramour,
you are leech,
devour of the soul,
the meal undeserved.

She was undone,
madness deconstructed,
cast out to the world,
a deaf recipient,
pray that the remains,
the core of the person,
will stay here with us.

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