The lost woman

The lost woman

She steps into the unknown with the scent of desire unravelling in tangled hair

Wishing for forgiveness

That hidden self reflected back in broken mirrors

Hushed underneath those dusty sheets

Forgotten

Cries of freedom placed in far corners

Behind locks without keys

Away from eyes that desire flesh in their hunger

Wrapping thoughts in heavy chains

To sink beneath the waves

Unloved

Not daring to speak out against the prison of

Tattered ideals

The decaying blossom of youth cast aside with the cowering remnants of shame

To be a woman

Curves that flow through sensual body

Unseen

Fury scores a jagged scar down the face of wisdom

A lightning struck tree still seared with the heat of passions touch

Daring to be full as a ripe apple on the branch

Sweet and seductive

Unheard

Acceptance holds out her hand to pull her from this vacuum of denial

Laying a mantle of blood and offerings across her shoulders

The song of the goddess danced with bare feet

Coming home to herself

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