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.