Magic Spell Poem by Jeri Martindale

Magic Spell

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Put a magic spell on me, turn me into what I see. Maybe then I will truely be the person I am in my dreams. A goddess with long blonde hair in a long silk dress, a tourquise stone tied around my neck. A beauty like no one has ever seen, eyes stare in but do not see this person inside of me. Wanting to be heard, longing to be free; screaming out never hearing me.

Afraid of the thoughts others may speak, only a part of me escapes. Why do we so carefully protect our inner selves covering our every being as our souls long to escape, yet they lay hidden all our lives waiting to awake.

Afraid others look down on you; yes that look they gave is covering up their truth, the gaze given back was it false too? Making life more confusing, clouding the truth with a lie; remaing safe in this illusion, yet deep inside your heart cries out to speak its visions and wonders each and every day.

I wonder what some will think of my words, did you hear the message, can you feel the hurt? Days go by with endless thinking arguing with yourself each day conflicting. Who today will you believe in, that constant battle never ending.

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Vanessa Kennard 21 January 2014

This is an amazing piece! I love this poem!

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