Across the waves of insecurity
Lies the knowledge that no one is there
Before she sleeps
She ponders her need
And wraps her arms around her knees.
What was there
Had always been
Always would be
Though nothing had been said
She had been long absent instead.
Confusion had reigned
While clarity beckoned
Never listening
Until now
The shock hadn’t lessened.
Life’s tasks went unheeded
Naivety smothered her essence
As she lay dormant
Her goddess’s presence.
They say with age comes wisdom
But they are wrong
Wisdom comes
When one opens their eyes
And their mind
To the signs left behind.
She just prayed
It wasn’t too late
To let her goddess
Reign.
© Kate Spyder
Kate Spyder 
Apr 21, 2014 @ 08:40:00
“Wisdom comes when one opens their eyes and their mind.” Kate..so, so beautiful. Is this just writing or is this personal? Not that it will change how I feel about it, but I’m curious, you definitely painted a picture for me in my mind. Had to read it over and over.
Apr 21, 2014 @ 08:45:58
Everything I write is personal to some degree but especially my poems. Sometimes it feels like an out of body experience or should I say an inner emotional experience. When I try to write something that is not tied to me emotionally it comes out flat and lifeless. I’m so glad you found it beautiful.
Apr 21, 2014 @ 18:17:33
I can definitely agree with that. It’s much easier to write something when it’s truly coming from the heart 🙂 And yes, yes I did.