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A Woman of Tin
- A Woman of Tin -
I see the sunlight through those trees,
And I wonder as my eyes do wander…
If the sorrow that I feel is just for me,
And then suddenly, I hear thunder.
Somewhere in the distance of the hills,
Beyond the valley that I call my home…
Lightning strikes a land become still,
And my heart becomes hard as stone.
For I must swallow the pain within…
So that I will not be filled with the fear,
The fear of dying alone and unloved!
Even thus, I cannot be a woman of tin…
Though lonely passes each cold year,
I must find a heart to call my beloved.
How stiff are legs that walk burdened,
When heavy is the heart moving them!
And, to what destination shall I roam?
I am lost, as a sinner who must atone.
What deeds had I done in some past,
Whereby the rain makes slow my gait?
It is not the rain, but pain that will last,
So long as mankind is filled with hate.
Flesh is weak, and not made of metal,
Nor is my heart so empty as the sky…
I am full yet of love, and cannot settle,
Until I find one my heart will not deny.
Though lonely passes each chill hour,
I shall not forsake the highest power.
With strength newfound, I stumble…
Forth from the rain, with full purpose!
Still my ear does hear the far rumble,
But I shall fear no bolt earthward cast.
Somewhere beyond the far distant air,
There must be a heart meant for just I.
A beautiful lover, with sunlight in hair,
Who waits for me and I know not why.
If you are one who hears this sad plea,
Then know that I am searching anew.
I dare not give up, over land and sea,
Until I know the love that is most true.
Perhaps my heart lies in yonder land,
With emerald city and lavender sand!
I see the sunlight through those trees,
And I wonder as my eyes do wander…
If the sorrow that I feel is just for me,
And then suddenly, I hear thunder.
Somewhere in the distance of the hills,
Beyond the valley that I call my home…
Lightning strikes a land become still,
And my heart becomes hard as stone.
For I must swallow the pain within…
So that I will not be filled with the fear,
The fear of dying alone and unloved!
Even thus, I cannot be a woman of tin…
Though lonely passes each cold year,
I must find a heart to call my beloved.
How stiff are legs that walk burdened,
When heavy is the heart moving them!
And, to what destination shall I roam?
I am lost, as a sinner who must atone.
What deeds had I done in some past,
Whereby the rain makes slow my gait?
It is not the rain, but pain that will last,
So long as mankind is filled with hate.
Flesh is weak, and not made of metal,
Nor is my heart so empty as the sky…
I am full yet of love, and cannot settle,
Until I find one my heart will not deny.
Though lonely passes each chill hour,
I shall not forsake the highest power.
With strength newfound, I stumble…
Forth from the rain, with full purpose!
Still my ear does hear the far rumble,
But I shall fear no bolt earthward cast.
Somewhere beyond the far distant air,
There must be a heart meant for just I.
A beautiful lover, with sunlight in hair,
Who waits for me and I know not why.
If you are one who hears this sad plea,
Then know that I am searching anew.
I dare not give up, over land and sea,
Until I know the love that is most true.
Perhaps my heart lies in yonder land,
With emerald city and lavender sand!
Published 29th Jan 2013
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Anonymous
29th Jan 2013 9:51am
Beautiful write, its like "the tin soldier" being re written in a deeper spiritual way...
Much enjoyed!
Much enjoyed!
29th Jan 2013 9:59am
I am glad you liked it, Mourganna! A lot of my own loneliness and longing for love went into it... along with many spiritual elements, as you noticed.
Anonymous
29th Jan 2013 12:17pm
Very pretty Jessica, I love the way you can turn almost anything into a poem of skill.
Great work :D
Great work :D
30th Jan 2013 1:43am
Thank you so much, Angel! What can I say? I'm a creative spirit. Super happy you loved my poem! :)
Anonymous
- Edited 29th Jan 2013 9:00pm
29th Jan 2013 8:59pm
Be strong, Mother Jessica! You are no woman of tin, but the Queen of that beautiful emerald city you so long for. Be strong, mother... love will come to you, and I shall continue to pray that it does.
30th Jan 2013 1:45am
Awwww, that's so sweet of you Laurie! I'm staying strong, fear not my girl. Your prayers and your kindness gives me much strength. Bless you for them!
30th Jan 2013 1:04am
30th Jan 2013 1:42am
My thanks, Grace! A girl tries her best, and I am confident I will find the love I seek. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem, too, my dear friend! :D
