With Him
By: sweet bayou
Crop in His hand, He does banish her pain,
Cleansing her soul like a hard summer rain
Her heart lies wide open exposed and ashamed
He takes it and holds, and stakes out His claim
He trains her to follow in all of His ways,
He demands what He wants and takes what He craves,
Structured obedience, she hungers for praise
Giving Him all, for all of Her days.
Cocooned in His arms she hears herself cry,
Gently He strokes the tear from her eye,
Learning with Him, she has nowhere to hide
She finds freedom through Him, and the courage to fly.
A contest entry
- No Rules by J L Whalen.
550 points, ended July 31, 2007, 52 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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What a wonderfully effective write regarding a Master/slave relationship!
The entire poem spoke volumes and you did an extremely good job of capturing all a slave feels.
My favourite would have to be the opening stanza:
"Crop in His hand, He does banish her pain,
Cleansing her soul like a hard summer rain
Her heart lies wide open exposed and ashamed
He takes it and holds, and stakes out His claim "
This is EXACTLY how i feel about my Master
Very good write - I enjoyed this tremendously!
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