The other day I chatted with a friend’s daughter online. Being a teenager the conversation was mostly a lot of rambling, but talking to her inspired a poem. After I finished writing it, I realized two things. It was totally her and it was my daughter as well. Teenage daughters give you a nice perspective on things—like fear and when to hide. Seriously, it’s sometimes strange to realize the little girl you held once upon a time to calm her down after a bad dream has grown up and doesn’t need you anymore. At least that’s what she thinks, so who am I to tell her different. Still, underneath that hard nose exterior I can see my little girl hiding out. This poem is just a way of me saying it in so many words.
I see a goddess in my mirror.
She stares divinity into the hollow eyes I wear.
The world never sees her,
But I feel her within me.
Her soul a bright star
Aching for release.
The threads of hate,
Never touch her.
The slings of lesser beings
Are but whispers of fools
In her ears.
I know when I look away
she will still be there,
still be in me.
when the fallen curses of others
hold me in their sway
she will tell me of the power
no other can wield over me.
Because I am a goddess
and they the fools
who know not
the vengeance
I am capable of.
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