Judy Marisa Reflects In the Fall of Her Fortieth Year
Ageless woman lies alone.
Builds her own fires
amid perfumed air,
blending inside warmth
with outside chill.
Pretty things surround
a rarely-shared bed.
Hoping for a dream-filled sleep,
she stares into flames
then the crystal stars.
Loneliness drops gently
to a cold pillow, as
her skin burns hot, while
facing long-held beliefs
turned inside out
by a man-child knowing
so much and too little.
He called forth a girl with
longings strongly denied
too many years to count.
She wonders tonight if
independence is only
a fearful heart?
Or claims of freedom
really self isolation?
And when youth and wisdom collide,
who is youthful and who is wise?
Copyright © Judy Marisa Dombrowski | Year Posted 2006
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