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Click hereShe walked through life for many years
Wearing a cloak
Of pain and abuse
Sorrow and neglect
As each year passed
The cloak grew heavier and thicker
As layers
Of anguish and hateful words
Lies and tears
Were added
Beneath the burden
Her gentle soul slumbered
Dreaming of peace and tenderness
They walked by one by one
Rarely looking past the cloak
Never finding the gentle soul
Waiting to be touched
One day
When young ones are grown
And age begins to leave its mark
After many winters of stress and depression
Have added their layer of ice
To the dark, careworn cloak
The gentle soul smothering beneath the burden
Cries out
Is heard
Found by a kindred spirit
Carefully, gently
He chips away the ice
And her light shines
Brightening his darkness
As his warm tenderness
Melts her icy prison
Her soft, sweet light
Chases away his demons
The days slowly pass
Others find her shining light
Reach out
Each word, each thought
Brushes past the cloak, pushing it aside
Freeing more of the gentle light
Until the day a single hand
Dares to sweep back the ugly cloak
Let the beautiful soul breath deep
The air of freedom
Still
So many walk by
Blind to the beauty
Seeing only the ugly, tattered cloak
Day after day
The gentle soul breathes
Growing
Stronger, bolder, more playful
As she romps past uncaring eyes
Searching, learning, growing
She stumbles across one who stops
Looks
Reaches out with bold hand
Strips away the cloak
Startled, skittish
She stops
Amazed by the strong hands
Firmly holding her trembling form
His words, his thoughts
Reach out
Wash away traces of despair
Sorrow and neglect
Healing the cuts and welts
Of anguish and pain
As she blooms in his gentle care
Others begin to pause
Captured by the beauty of her soul
They beckon, call to her
While she shakes her head
Standing firm
In the grasp of one who cares
Slowly, tenderly
He polishes her beauty freeing her soul
Completely
Teaching and guiding
He leads her from the past
To now
Shows her the windows of futures to come
Waits quietly while
She chooses
Then helps her find the path
Traveling this new road together
Lessons and growth continue
As she blossoms and opens up
He encourages her to look around
Search for the one who will make her complete
Weeks pass
Tenderly she is given into the care of another
Where more lessons are taught
She continues to grow and bloom
Then one day
A hand reaches out, she reaches back in return
Sighing softly, smiling gently
As strong arms enfold her
No longer does she feel the cloak
Doubt the beauty others found
Within his eyes
She can finally see the beauty for herself
Know
Trust
It is no mere illusion
Finally
She is complete
A very tender compassionate poem, highlighting how some wear a cloak given them by others, that slowly over time becomes an unbearable burden until someone sees through the illusion of that cloak and helps the real person so deeply buried come out and bloom.
After a long period of neglect and abuse ~ she finds Someone who accepts and loves her for the qualities long hidden. His strong hands wash away the pain and anguish and her beauty is ever revealed to him. Lovely illustration of bright flowers seems somehow ~ so right.