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Broken Heart and Burning Soul
- Broken Heart and Burning Soul -
A meditation on my deepest despair…
Part One: Hatred
My heart is heavy, for too many cares have worn me…
Beyond flesh, beyond bone, until my spirit is tormented.
Fears and terrors claw at my will until they are all I see,
And for too long now, I have of my loneliness lamented.
Why does no one see me, truly see me for my beauty?
I have been used, abused, tortured and then cast away.
Too much pain I have known, and seek only to be free!
All I see around me is darkness, even in the light of day.
I am a daughter of the Goddess, I am her own, her kin!
But no one sees me, truly sees me for my loving heart…
They call me a freak and a mutant, an alien and a thing.
I hate them for it, those who hurt me, with all Hell’s art!
People hate me because I am different, with no reason,
For their ire, except that convention tells them to do so…
My beauty, to them, is like some kind of black treason.
But beautiful is what I am, even in the midst of my woe!
They cannot take that from me, and so I shall defy all…
Until my blood has poured away until in death I do fall!
Part Two: Love
Can you hear me crying; hear the fire in each shed tear?
Because I am different, no one wants to just understand.
And my heart is breaking for no one wants to draw near,
To the place of my waiting where I offer my lonely hand.
My only sin is being myself, and I shall never repent this!
I am a lady, and when I pass beyond I will go content…
For no longer will people hurt me; I will know only bliss.
I will go the Goddess, as her daughter lovingly radiant…
But why, oh why, has no one in this world truly seen me?
Would that I could tear away the flesh that encumbers…
And expose my glorious spirit; then everyone would see,
The love, within my heart, that no one ever remembers!
People who love me do so because I am an individual…
Unique as a star in the sky sparkling with its’ own hues!
And my beauty does not offend them; it is not unusual…
But like a painting it is a work of art that joyfully ensues.
That is what those who have loved me told me in time…
And why I wish this world, was one caring and sublime.
Part Three: Fear
If just one had loved me, seen me, and just cared more,
Then my tears would not fall and I would not know hate.
God tells us to love our enemies, even to their vile core,
But I am not God and so their fair forgiveness must wait.
Those who showed me no mercy deserve none in turn…
As they who harmed me should know my deep agonies.
Let them taste the fear they caused, within them to burn!
They judge themselves, and must go to their purgatories.
Justice fails me; humanity abandons me, until all is dark…
So let the world end, so no more can humans war cruel!
No more, can they be prejudiced or bigoted on a lark…
Let the world end, so that my hot agony can at last cool.
Did I ask for so much by asking merely to be cared for?
Everything else that I wanted, I was blessed with in life!
Where is love today: when it is needed so much more…
Than the inhumanity of humanity, hell bent on such strife?
My heart is too innocent to think of the evils I have seen,
Which were so very abhorrent, sadistic and oft obscene.
Part Four: Tragedy
I long for love, I crave understanding and I need to sing,
No more the bitter lamentations that haunt me so awful…
But an aria of happiness, which only passion may bring!
The corrupt seem to rule, and their deeds are not lawful.
I cannot afford to wait for change to come by promises,
When I am the victim of atrocities that are never ending.
Was I ever right for this world, that causes me distress?
I am so beautiful, yet my heart is in sorrow, so rending…
As my hopes keep me living and dreams keep me trying.
I just wanted one person to see me, to love me wholly…
For then, I would not ever feel as if I were slowly dying.
Love and peace, are so elusive, in the wake of tragedy!
Death must not take me, until I have tasted love in full…
For I have never been loved, and have so much to give!
I must stay strong so that unconquerable can be my will.
For I am a lady, and one who is determined to truly live!
I am a daughter of the Goddess, and I must be proud…
Standing tall, even before the most thundering of clouds!
A meditation on my deepest despair…
Part One: Hatred
My heart is heavy, for too many cares have worn me…
Beyond flesh, beyond bone, until my spirit is tormented.
Fears and terrors claw at my will until they are all I see,
And for too long now, I have of my loneliness lamented.
Why does no one see me, truly see me for my beauty?
I have been used, abused, tortured and then cast away.
Too much pain I have known, and seek only to be free!
All I see around me is darkness, even in the light of day.
I am a daughter of the Goddess, I am her own, her kin!
But no one sees me, truly sees me for my loving heart…
They call me a freak and a mutant, an alien and a thing.
I hate them for it, those who hurt me, with all Hell’s art!
People hate me because I am different, with no reason,
For their ire, except that convention tells them to do so…
My beauty, to them, is like some kind of black treason.
But beautiful is what I am, even in the midst of my woe!
They cannot take that from me, and so I shall defy all…
Until my blood has poured away until in death I do fall!
Part Two: Love
Can you hear me crying; hear the fire in each shed tear?
Because I am different, no one wants to just understand.
And my heart is breaking for no one wants to draw near,
To the place of my waiting where I offer my lonely hand.
My only sin is being myself, and I shall never repent this!
I am a lady, and when I pass beyond I will go content…
For no longer will people hurt me; I will know only bliss.
I will go the Goddess, as her daughter lovingly radiant…
But why, oh why, has no one in this world truly seen me?
Would that I could tear away the flesh that encumbers…
And expose my glorious spirit; then everyone would see,
The love, within my heart, that no one ever remembers!
People who love me do so because I am an individual…
Unique as a star in the sky sparkling with its’ own hues!
And my beauty does not offend them; it is not unusual…
But like a painting it is a work of art that joyfully ensues.
That is what those who have loved me told me in time…
And why I wish this world, was one caring and sublime.
Part Three: Fear
If just one had loved me, seen me, and just cared more,
Then my tears would not fall and I would not know hate.
God tells us to love our enemies, even to their vile core,
But I am not God and so their fair forgiveness must wait.
Those who showed me no mercy deserve none in turn…
As they who harmed me should know my deep agonies.
Let them taste the fear they caused, within them to burn!
They judge themselves, and must go to their purgatories.
Justice fails me; humanity abandons me, until all is dark…
So let the world end, so no more can humans war cruel!
No more, can they be prejudiced or bigoted on a lark…
Let the world end, so that my hot agony can at last cool.
Did I ask for so much by asking merely to be cared for?
Everything else that I wanted, I was blessed with in life!
Where is love today: when it is needed so much more…
Than the inhumanity of humanity, hell bent on such strife?
My heart is too innocent to think of the evils I have seen,
Which were so very abhorrent, sadistic and oft obscene.
Part Four: Tragedy
I long for love, I crave understanding and I need to sing,
No more the bitter lamentations that haunt me so awful…
But an aria of happiness, which only passion may bring!
The corrupt seem to rule, and their deeds are not lawful.
I cannot afford to wait for change to come by promises,
When I am the victim of atrocities that are never ending.
Was I ever right for this world, that causes me distress?
I am so beautiful, yet my heart is in sorrow, so rending…
As my hopes keep me living and dreams keep me trying.
I just wanted one person to see me, to love me wholly…
For then, I would not ever feel as if I were slowly dying.
Love and peace, are so elusive, in the wake of tragedy!
Death must not take me, until I have tasted love in full…
For I have never been loved, and have so much to give!
I must stay strong so that unconquerable can be my will.
For I am a lady, and one who is determined to truly live!
I am a daughter of the Goddess, and I must be proud…
Standing tall, even before the most thundering of clouds!
Published 23rd Aug 2012
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