Observer Of A Gentle Soul

Teddy.15

    

And as she called it love

and put him on his very own pedestal

she knew deep within

that it wasn’t  

 

all I could do is watch in complete silence  

 

she was beautiful

yet eyes seemed empty

sunken as the depth of the deepest sea

soulless, a one-way ticket bound for abyss 

 

the saddest thing was 

she could never see it for herself 

blinded by her need not to acknowledge the truth

 

glancing into the broken mirror

was something she could never bring herself to do 

for fear of being unfaithful to weakness and denial  

 

so she just brushed it all off 

as if it was dust from her bookshelf 

 

reading, oh yes 

she loved to read

yet she lost her passion for opening the pages

she left her books upon those shelves

covered in thick dust

 

and all he did

was remind her

she was worth nowt 

nothing, nada, niente

 

until one day

and quite out of nowhere  

she found the courage 

to stand up for herself

 

the pedestal finally taken back abruptly

 

those dark dense shelves now dust free 

Just open books of her favorite poets

men who actually taught her something 

of love, of dignity and of pride 

 

once again, she believed 

In each morning

and in each flower that bloomed

 

she now dusts those beautiful books 

with eyes that sparkle 

her soul finally returned

 

the thing most extraordinary to me? 

 

 

she never spoke with a voice of anger

of those darkest of moments 

 

she'd simply say…

 

“I wouldn't be me without them

acquiring knowledge is always a lesson

even if it’s most unpleasant”

 

and I? 

 

well, I silently admire her beauty

from my reflection

 

in my now...

unbroken mirror.

  • Author: Teddy.15 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2024 02:13
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    Such a message of what we all go through in many different ways of pretending to please others and darkening our days with this weight.
    The first stanza displays this so well.
    "And as she called it love
    and put him on his very own pedestal
    she knew deep within
    that it wasn’t"
    This is a psychological analysis of denial of our own needs to be accepted by others and where it leads and how to fix it. A lovely poem Teddy.

    • Teddy.15

      Wow, most humbled dear sorrenbarret thank you so much dear Poet. 🌹

    • Accidental Poet

      Wonderfully penned Teddy. Self-discovery is quite possibly the final frontier. 😉👍
      "Of magic doors there is this- you do not see them even as you're pass through them." - Author Unknown

      • Teddy.15

        Thank you my dear A.P every single day is a journey for all. 🌹

      • Goldfinch60

        Such wonderful words Teddy,

        “I wouldn't be me without them
        acquiring knowledge is always a lesson
        even if it’s most unpleasant”

        Such true words.

        Andy

        • Teddy.15

          Thank you my dear Andy, so very kind of you. 🌹



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