"You love me as I am, and for that grace
I must be thankful - yet I can't forgive.
The tenderness of you, and all you give
like salt upon the wound of my disgrace.
Healed without, festers an inner scar
- so bitterly I mourn a truer me
and fear you would not love me, were I he -
the rescuer, the helper that you are."
"The ugliness you show is only doubt;
past failure cut deep, pain is its crust.
My kindness is no trap - but the way out....
Happiness is ours - if you will trust!
I love you as you are, for what I see -
is all the inner man was meant to be."
With the Trees
Tree, weaving a net to catch the sun
more years than I have walked --
Can you hold that burning glory?
Can you keep the shining one?
We bathe at sunset,
dusty halos of desire...
Tree, filtering the thieving wind
through bared and jaded teeth.
Who does it give your leaves to?
Why does it steal your bloom?
The scent surrounds us,
rain lashes through...
If we could
bask in the wind, swallow the sun:
a storm would heal us;
the air; be full of golden krill.
Sky has thought: "I should be Earth";
burdened itself with mountains:
sullen peaks, foundering in blueness -
Earth has dreamed of being heaven;
sucks in its motley shores,
frothing to expand like a pure sky
the oceans seven.
Element's exchange allowed,
we should live in one green twilight,
(Ruth Asch is a poet and creative prose writer, whose work is to be found printed in several anthologies, literary journals, websites, and in her early book Reflections. She is also a part-time teacher and mother of five, living in Preston, England.)
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