Longing For Kind
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Once she stood outside the circle, pining and afraid
Her best gifts a trifle, far too meager to assuage
The Exalted Ones, but, trembling, she still offered her page
Silence, the only voice answered-
Until, falling from nowhere, his lavish praise
Enveloped, reassured, redeemed, elevated
Suddenly, she was swept along in a flood of belonging
His rite of initiation allowed her into the tribe
She was accepted and glowed with pride
Everything fit, everything clicked-
Then, in a drought of words, his esteem evaporated
His devotion drifted to dust
Leaving her exiled in the desert of disillusionment
She attempted to recover his grace
With honey-coated nuggets of bait
But it was clear another had captured his fickle charm
So she scorned the "damn with faint praise" blow
And learned to harden her fragile ego
She gathered her splintered self to shoulder on
And seek a new sun in a different dawn
"Lonliness is not a longing for company, it is a longing for kind" - Marilyn French, "The Women's Room."
4/22/18
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2018
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