Mistress

Same bad collar, but still a glimpse of the life that I had during this really rocky period of my life!

Where was I yesterday

when I looked into the mirror

and saw only a lonely girl,

heart torn to pieces

by the weight of

the world of a slave

who was alone to fight

and fend for herself

in a world that was cruel

and never kind?

Is the weight greater

for a slave alone

than for another person

walking alone the shore

of their life, seeking

but never finding?

I think that it is

and sometimes

there in my own personal darkness

there comes a light

which brightens the darkest corners

of my slave's heart

and sets it afire.

One day I looked up

and there was nothing there

to light those dark corners

to beckon me to the end

of the tunnel that is my life

and I cried an ocean of tears

thinking I'd never come back

from where I had been

and not knowing

where I was going.

What a feeling of loss

I felt then and suddenly

so that I couldn't breath

as though the walls

went up around my slave's heart

threatening to choke me

and lock me in.

Then, through some blessing

of Isis or Another

I saw through the pain

and the tears that I dared to cry

that there was One.

Beautiful and blessed in her ways

she was there to calm and caress

in ways that even she didn't know

and I began to feel whole

once again.

There she was, lighting the night

and I am no longer alone

to stray and to wander

for she is there

to set me right and together

we will find the path

to putting the pieces

of this shattered heart

back together.

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