BATTERED DOLL


My #10… Hope you like 🙂

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Woman,
Every day in the mirror I see a woman,
Mother of nature,
An attractive flower, rudely denatured

Believing a deluding reflection,
She sees an optical illusion 
Constantly reminded of her faults,
Consequently brought to an abrupt halt

Society drums she can’t be naturally beautiful
She concludes on the unsuitable,
Camouflaging in make up as of a mask,
Often times a disagreeable task

With two eyes and very little sight
She lives in a mirage,
Still graceful in her carriage 
A daughter, a sister, a mother, rare gold
Priceless but still sold

She strives through her tears 
With sour sores, over the years in pairs
She does all she can do
Just trying to hold on through

Her eyes bruised from battering
The hurt unflattering
Pain expressed, yet bottled
These scars enclosed in a folder

The battered woman’s haven
Is her man’s heart to make gladdened
Some say, she is weak at heart
But, My!She is strong, give her a hand

The days of feminine joy, telling once
Upon a time, there was an angel
But now a battered doll.

……………………………………………………………………………………..

This woman’s work – Maxwell

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