A Woman Alone

A Woman Alone

Somewhere between
“I deserve better” and
“What if better doesn’t exist?”
There is a long dark field
Of lonely emptiness

Where the strong good women live
Who have not found the Love
They deserve With another
So they endure, and subsist
On their Love for themselves

Their integrity and dignity,
Their hopes and dreams
Having learned not to tolerate abuses,
Not to settle for the thousand excuses
They build their Lives alone

They create for themselves their homes
They find strength within,
In the darkest nights
When there are no arms to hold them
And no comfort from their fight

To exist in a world designed
To make Everything harder
For a woman who must survive
On her own,
In a world run by men

Where a woman alone
Is a woman unloved, unwanted,
Unworthy, without the comfort
Of a partner who cares,
Who loves, who helps

Carry the load of the work of living
Without the Joy of being Loved
Of being Chosen, they must choose
To go on, to be strong
To not give in to grief

This world is so hard
For women who are alone
For mothers who raise children
On their own, who must shoulder
Every burden and responsibility

With out the support of another
A world designed for couples
Where many hands
Make lighter the work
And the Happiness found

In sharing special moments
With someone you love,
Who loves you in return
Is a fairytale we long for
But lose hope that we will ever find

Some where between
“I deserve to be truly loved” and
“Dear God, it’s so hard to be
so Completely alone”
Is a place of heartbreaking loneliness.

I’ve been living here so long,
I’m not sure if there’s anything else.
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Aurora Victoria WindDancer

Poet, Priestess, Songwriter, Singer, Mother, Mystic, Magician, Music Maker, Tantric, Teacher, Student, Aspiring Author, Playwright-In-The-Making, Ritualist, Thespian, and writer of esoteric musings about Life, Love, The Universe, and why people do the strange things we do.

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