There was this woman
who pondered and wandered
who babbled and squandered
And hoped to find a still lake
To stir her insides or maybe rake
She yearned to see clearly
To learn what she was really
And in that mad pursuit
She put on a toughened suit
Of false, cooked impressions
Masked with pretentions
To portray she was strong
for her journey she knew was long
And as years tumbled on
She lost her way she was on
The suit that was her armour
instead began to harm her
It shielded from the cold outside
But seared her from the inside
So much that she spit fire
At the slightest cue of desire
Or even a meekest chide
She wouldn’t let it glide
And then what happened was this
She found her soul amiss
Every passing wind or blow
Rattled her within, and although
she felt she was protected
Wondered why everything affected
Despite putting up a strong face
Why did she fall from grace?
And when it was all calm
her suit fell off her arm
And there she found the lake
she wished to see for her sake
And when she finally watched
Her reflection looked so botched
What was this? was it really her?
Was it a joke, was she interred?
Did the years make her grave
In her dance to seem so brave?
Did she turn herself so dark
That even the cleanest left a mark
Of lies and condemnation
turned away from salvation?
But even when down and out
Somehow she stood, looked up
She needed no lake nor any pond
Neither kin or relief or a song
Nor people neither any places
Nor gurus or pretty faces
All she needed was a whack
a still head and a straight back
While the whack shook her
Sanity and sense took her
That no one can help but you
And realization needed to stew
Sometimes you have to go places
Away from comfort and familiar faces
And you come across tough terrain
to clean all trouble ridden stains
Of schooled thoughts and delusions
Freeing from lies and absolutions