3 Women, One and the Same
The VICTIM
a heart much larger than the mind
outgoing, free spirited
defenseless, blind
loving, trusting
naive to the ways of mankind
few can escape their fate
as if born to satisfy the need
of predators who lie in wait
to make the soul's hymen bleed
childhood is lost
its innocence gone
broken and tattered
left to carry on
shame and despair
was never yours to claim
yet your own mirror
reflects the blame
silly broken girl
who trusted the world
beats herself, almost to death
until, within one last breath
THE HEALER
She begins to understand
that innocence is pure
so sacred a treasure
it is never secure
but must be protected
at any cost
yet how do you protect
what has already been lost
the daily struggles
through torment and tears
begin to cleanse her soul
redirecting her fears
unto those who can relate
to such a horrid affair
they become bonded by fate
through the experience they share
THE NURTURER
compassion returns
replacing bitter memories
she feels the need
to soothe another's agony
to hold and caress
their tender shattered hearts
never forgetting the day
her own was blown apart
but she is a WOMAN!
and that's what they do
they live and they learn
THANK GOD FOR YOU!
Bob Shank-Nov. 17th, 2006
This poem is dedicated to those women
who know and have experienced the agonies within, those who bond and uplift
each other through the pain, the healing process and the acknowledgement that
they are indeed the strength of all nations...It is a bond that men can't
comprehend, nor will they ever, because we are brutal, wreckless, and they are
the essence of love, and that is why they survive.
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2006
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