Poem Part 2

My heart breaks for her as she opens up to let me in.

One foot after the other I step into her soul.

My thoughts echo as I begin to connect with her sorrows.

"Stop," catches her attention as I start to reason with her. "Do not give yourself to this man."

Confusion fills her as she wakes to catch my gaze. "If your love, your life mean so little to you that you can just give it away, why should it mean any more to him?" I hear these words and reality sets in.

I have met this woman in love. Alienated, starved, forgotten by love. I have seen into her eyes, felt her heartache, and visited her soul.

This muse whose sorrow connects so genuinely with mine... is ME!

I have given my love to a man who has never asked nor has he ever cared for it.

I have believed and made true all lies. I have accepted inferiority, for how can he value me more than I value myself?

 

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