In response to: Woman In The Glass

This was written January 27th, 2009 because I was so inspired by the words of a friend on FB - her poem, 'Woman in the Glass.' Her account was deleted, and so her poem is lost to me. Here is what I wrote, however.

FACES OF TRUTH

Though you may have lived to see the great day,
When peace finally fills into your face,
As you stare into the glass your eyes say,
"See the others, who were lost to the pace."

You stare and the glass changes and reveals,
Not just loved ones gone, but more, simply lost,
Those the Darkness chose, their Souls, it fast steals,
And as they fade you ask, safety, what cost?

If you could share your peace with them, would you?
If it meant losing all of your own Light,
To save the faces which stare back and through,
They pass no judgment, all eyes full of fright.

What nightmares await the one to save them,
As the Darkness is denied its sweet meat,
Will she be an angel or fatal femme?
Both, armed heart and soul, this is no mean feat.

The woman in the glass longs for her friends,
Those who love, know, support and keep her near,
She longs to know that wrongs have met amends,
But as they stare back, they wonder and fear.

"Will she ever know that we are her own,
"Merely reflections of her own bright Soul?"
The fabric of all with many strands sewn,
Across, around each other, forms the whole.

When she looked again one morning, looked deep,
After restless nights of fighting the Dark,
She saw their Truth and could not help but weep,
For she then knew, clear as an arrow's Mark.

Clear tears of knowledge streamed fast down her cheeks,
And when she blinked she saw their faces True,
Standing with her, there, as they had for weeks,
And with her in life, friends and Soul Mates, too.

As she hugged them all in turn, she knew peace,
Wholly and deeply hers, for the first time,
Her journey had come to end, she could cease,
In her strain against the ill-fated rhyme.

Fate was safe, her friends, even more than life,
She saw them raise their own lives to whole fruit,
Knew the euphoria of the hat, "wife,"
And walking to reach the one in the suit,

Joined and happy, as each soon learned to be,
Children and love came and grew in each turn,
Surely as the Wheel moves, for all to see,
They all lived, certain as the fire will burn.

She saw their faces, with the glass woman,
She felt their Truth, and knew comfort at last,
She, the woman in the glass, a craftsman,
Felt Truth from their faces, freed from the Past.

This was a little longer than I anticipated, but there you go...


OK, just kidding, I found what she wrote:

Tuesday, January 27, 2009 at 3:39pm

 WOMAN IN THE GLASS

When you get what you want in your struggle for self,
And the world makes you queen for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that woman has to say.

For it isn't your father or mother or husband
Who's judgment upon you must pass;
The person whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

She's the person to please, never mind all the rest,
For she's with you clear up to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the woman in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of life,
And get pats on your back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the woman in the glass.

~Bobbi Jo Swann~