Poet’s Journey

Mocked brutally by mother

Whose heart and womb were

Not connected maternally,

Poet flees storm of familial scorn

To see the world—drink from its

Cream—in hopes of strengthening

Malnourished soul, filling what

Birth cursed, heart’s limitless need.

But the world was no garden

Cornucopia, nor oasis, spiritual teat.

So, drawing from artistic DNA,

She painted her face, smiled behind

Exotic mask of enigma—

Head-snappingly lovely to behold.

Alas, such beauty demands a toll,

Ugly secret none will tell…male hunters

Sought her ‘mid smoke-whiskey nights,

Prized pelt they’d proudly display.

One bleary dawn, she gathered hem

Of sea-silky gown and fled again.

Far from false rapacious society,

She hides away…digs past her own

Skin; deep into sacred center where

The words and wealth, and what is

Holy—wrought before Time, in dust of

God’s stars—resides exactly as He wrote

It… her real story, no fairy tale.

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.


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6 thoughts on “Poet’s Journey

    • Thank you, yes it did–I think there’s a country song about “God bless the broken road that led me home”, or something like that 🙂 It’s a comfort to know that when God sealed us and set us apart for Him, He knew everything, everyone, every place on the road ahead of us–He wasn’t surprised or shocked, as He knew we’d end up in the right spot, holding His hand 🙂 May He bless your day well ❤

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