I jealously look at you and your seeming freedom.
The confidence in which you walk and talk about religion, art...life.
Effortlessly converse about non-esistance.
You travel from here to there without a care.
I jealously want to be you for a time. See the world as you see her.
With an eye of wonder and delight.
Grasping for understanding from those that can't quite explain.
Throw your inhibitions out the window and stand in the rain, naked.
I jealously admire you. The path you chose was not an easy one.
You reached the end with scars, they are beautiful.
How did you survive? Where did you find the strength?
Up and back again traversing the open fields of life.
I jealously love you.
-Annie
good to start hearing from you again & cool poem! i miss you when you're MIA. :)
ReplyDeleteWow, gawd, this is beautiful. Have you read about the Daruma doll? I read the phrase "seven times down and eight times up" in one of the Dune books...in reference to a group of strong ladies who endured for centuries. In Japanese culture, they stand for perseverance, good luck and encouragement.
ReplyDelete@Sassy, I had not heard of them. I looked them up just now and what a cool symbol and reminder of perseverance. Thanks for sharing.
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