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Click hereAlone she stands before the painted glass
to scrutinize her long-neglected frame.
Her hands along the countless lines do pass;
she yearns a figure less imbrued with shame.
"Is this the fate of womankind?" she cried.
"This fallen temple, scarred of children born?"
Intently searching sunken curves, she tried
to find a purer beauty in this form.
The sacred womb, the deepest roots of life,
are hid beneath her sinking abdomen;
abundant breasts are curving low and rife
with pleasures now traduced by common men.
And yet with patience, in deep reflection,
she finds her goddess; inner perfection.
This is a revision of Mirror . When working on it, I felt the meaning changed a bit, so assigned it a new title.
A womans special time after bearing children...seeing her body in a new light...
"Breasts curving below the assigned station
Their gifts of pleasure overlooked by men."
The wear and tear of a Mother giving birth and caring for her children at the expense of her own appearance and well-being.
A poetic Jewel!
Motherhood brings so many changes and highlights different facets of a woman's beauty.
Things move, but see in motherhood the beauty of life continuing, some of us dont get the chance to bear such scars, but we all get older, without the continuation that childbirth gives. nice write enjoyed it