WS (26/09/1978 / Australia)

Ode Unto Creator

Child bride unites for questionable reasons,
Searching for something she cannot define,
self mutilating vindications for primal urges
acting like nothings wrong.

Dark love blunders upon a rusty nail
and from this blooms the truth.
Little girl weeps for her soul- untorn
whilst a truth festers within.

Evident, is the bareness in her eyes,
more strong than she- the truth overwhelms.
Creation of man, can bare the weight of her destruction.
Penance for her sins, she remains unsold.

Too young to stand alone,
too old to stay protected.
She becomes caged in a world of her making
- an avid spectator of an illustrious lie.

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Well Wondering Star, I was drawn in by your name, and then by your poem I was transfixed. Wonderful, deep, sad, and emotional. Ask for help, look for the answer, and it will become clear if recognised. There is always a helping hand somewhere in the darkness, just reach for it. well done. Take care. x