31st August, 2004

ANONYMOUS

maybe she's too wild to live
with 'niceties' and caution
maybe
she's a child struggling
with an adults' portion
maybe though her thoughts are free
her joy has felt the knife and
conventions dressed as righteousness
are draining her of life
Can you hear the groan of hope deferred
come whispering behind
as she smiles and turns away to gather
fragments of her mind
where a dancing one lies crushed
and bruised
beneath the weight of lies
that murmur in the background
as hope deferred
just dies

yet
I hear a whisper
as the light begins to fade.
'I came to give you life'
it says
'and the ancient path is made
and I've danced on it before you,
though I too have learned to groan
and I've come to wipe
the tears away
and lead you to our home.

'maybe you're too wild to live
with 'niceties' and caution
maybe you're a child struggling
with an adult portion
maybe though your thoughts are free
your joy has felt the knife
but I'm here to bring you solace
and give you back your life
'cos your groaning is an echo
of the groaning I've done too
at the bruising and the crushing
of the pain I shared with you'.