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Ethereal Lights

I’ve become a fearful, 
and fragile thing,
only strong and powerful 
when I'm wild in dreams. 
I may look well but nothing 
is ever what it seems.
No one knows what unravels 
underneath what is seen.

I’ve been a trophy for a hunter
and a doll for a prince.
I tried to reveal how real I am
but they were never convinced.
Objects can take a beating 
when they don’t have a soul.
Woman can take a beating 
when she’s out of control.

I used to be fierce and only 
delicate deep down.
Now vulnerability is woven 
into the gown 
	falling to the ground.
They wanted me naked, 
but now they all turn away.
For power is only interesting 
when there is a worthy prey.

And you can't take away 
what was lost long ago,
and you see things you wish
	you didn’t 
when all the scars show.
So these days I spend 
most  of my time alone.
Some say I’m missing out, 
but I already know 
	how this story goes.

The circle of life, death 
and rebirth for men
Is the cycle of conquering 
women and sacred lands.
But the woman is wise 
	and she will rise
before the end of mankind
To transcend his hands 
and become a holy light.

For the sun may be grand, 
but the moon is bright 
	to the likes of night.
And even the softest light 
can have the greatest might
In revealing the creatures 
that hide in the dark.
For they come out of hiding 
before the day starts.

They dance before me 
and lull me sweetly to sleep.
A hypnotic ballet to usher me 
to the land of dreams.
They remind me of what waits
within the Otherworld
when I finish living the strange
life of a human girl.

For the life of the feminine 
is a great trial and a test
to see who can take the pain 
so the people may rest.
And I guess I paid my dues 
for when my eyes are closed
I see ethereal lights in colors 
no human being knows.

So maybe its harder for me 
to be in this realm now
that so much of my spirit 
	is beyond
the sea and clouds.
And maybe I’m scared because 
I know what is to come.
And I break because winged 
aren’t built to run.

And soon I will be flying 
to the forest of my heart 
	and beyond.
For all the loss and pain 
	does shape
the dreams we embark upon.

Copyright © Sheyorah Naify, 2021
Art: Ethereal Light by David Taylor.

Author’s Note: I’ve been working on finishing a fiction novel so the poetry has slowed down, though it still happens as an alchemy practice on hard days, which have been plentiful of late. This one rhymes in a lyrical fashion, though I don’t think it has a meter.

About Me

I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.

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