A Lady.

 



To the angel who lost her way.



Selflessly reaching forth, seeking to assist,
Flesh dusted a chocolate brown;
Eyes speak volumes with nary a word spoken.
Encased with in the folds of her gown,
She stands with a quiet hidden power;
One that she denys with a frown.
For to accept she will be lost,
Afraid that she will only drown.
T'is her fate in life, a steadfast belief,
Thus she is bound to the chains of her town,
Cursed to ne'er leave her home;
She has become the puppeteers clown.

Upon the Internet she doth offer advice,
Giving hope and solace where ever she may
Never specifically asking anything,
Only willing to hold darkness at bay.
T'is easier for her to assist the lost
Then to find her own unique way
Far simpler to offer a means for survival
Assisting in what ever she may
This ebon Lady, who's heart shrivels
While showing you the light of day
The belief strong, she is not worthy of anything
Destined to ne'er see a single shinning ray

Misunderstood, thus labeled a user
Reinforcing that which is set in stone
How doth one change this set course
When all she sees is a gnawed upon bone?
What will it take to remove the veil
That which compels her to be alone?
Olay and Oshun await her with arms open wide
Yet the Lady sees her self as a useless clone.
And thus feeling the warmth, doth turn away
Upon her lips a heart wrenching moan
Where does one look when the way is barred
And she doth sit upon her lonely throne?

I know not that which is her true name
For it is wrapped with in secrecy
Yet I feel deep with in my heart when we speak
A shimmering spark alluding to mystery
It tugs upon the fabric of my being
Softly telling of her quiet and regal majesty
A woman, a Lady who shines from with in
Reaching out, offering what she can freely
Despite being rebuked at all corners
She continues on, crying tears soft and silky
Her inner most sanctum has been violated
Yet this does not dampen her souls beauty.

If one where to stumble upon her unawares
In the twilight hours of early morning
Then they would never know she bears this burden
For she is set free while she is dancing
Released from her self imposed sentence
As she weaves and begins spinning
This Lady is transformed into a rainbow of light
Ethereal, weightless and glistening
An angel bubbling over with contagious joy
Willing to share with all who are watching
A truly wonderful beauty to behold
For she is allowed to be happy and shining

The full magnitude of who she is acknowledged
Embraced with out haunting guilt or fear
T'is truth until the dance comes to an end
Then we see her turn into a shy and skittish deer
Ready to dart away, ready to hide in shame
Only to emerge again offering up her slender ear
Inviting you to emerge from your own cave
Still willing to be the one who will listen and hear
She stands with head held high and eyes bright
Awaiting you to come and be her peer
To awaken to the beauty that surrounds us
Lead down your path of joy by this a lost seer.

What doth one do for this enchanting woman?
She who gives of her love so freely
Yet can accept none of it for her self
A woman who smiles ever so sweetly
But doth not feel it with in her own heart
It must come to an end eventually
For to continue as she has is sheer suicide
Thus I shall implore the Gods willingly
With the hope that they shall hear my cry
For I shall use all that I am knowingly
In assisting to rectify her deep injury
Listen and heed me very, very closely

Allow M'Lady to always dance
Let her inner light shine
Guide her down her path
And give her blessed wine

Show her how to truly live
Open her timid minds eye
Assist her in her daily life
And once again how to fly

Spread her fragile wings
Nurturing as a small child
Entice her to exit her shell
And show her how to be wild

Bless her with peace of mind
That she may sleep easily
Bless her with peace of heart
The she may dance happily

Thus I implore the Gods'
For t'is my gifted and earned right
Thus I implore the Heavens
A plea from a Crone of the Night.