An epic poem describing how I became who I am. |
This tale is true and mine, And quite magical, at that, It’s one of malevolence, growth, and change, Both of the mind, and heart. Quite simply did this tale begin, Yet shrouded with impending pain, And though I came to this earth All those years ago, the day this event Occurred, was the day my life began. What, in my personality is seen, Is a yellow rose among red, making Full acceptance, something I’ve not achieved. Like a broken horse, I once worked For whom would be called friends. I did labor of body and soul, Made your puppet of greed, And though my hazy rebuttals Were masked behind years of bright faces, Joy of spirit was hard to find, Beneath my sparkling graces. I was pulled from my dreams One day, to the piercing sounds of alarm, And when forced to look at myself In a reflective pool of glass, I was as if a Spanish explorer, Looking into the deceptive oceans For the first time, and I saw Blatant sadness there. No sparkles of light Lurked in the corners and I then knew What I had once longed for Had turned the once sunny skies Into a smoky abyss of crashing waves, That drew me in, until I was but A slave of my own mind. And so I swam and I flailed, I made every attempt to be free. The grief-burdens of another day Quickly withered into a new type Of matter of heart. And the threat Of rain slowly dissipated into An arch of color and grace. What I once thought myself to Be shrank away, A piece of bread Tossed into a pond, so I could Become the flower, the radiant, Magnificent flower, I knew Always bloomed inside of me. This tale is true and mine, And quite magical, at that, It shaped the person I am today, And quite forcefully made a woman of me, From an incredibly different, young girl. ***(I understand the first line of this poem is also the first line of a translation of Burton Raffel's "Seafarer" and I give him full credit for its creation.) |