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A Woman With No Face by Ruth Smith

Aug 25, '06 11:32 PM
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A woman is born...

She fights for life and for breath....no one sees the struggle

She communicates with poetry....the words fall on deaf ears

She offers song...but they do not hear the music

She cries out to be understood...but she is misread

She reaches out...they pull away

She longs to be loved....but they abuse her

She speaks the truth....but they want lies

She shows deep emotions....but they see moods

She has strength....but they see stubbornness

Her eyes are soft but you can see the pain,

Her heart is full of love but is laden with sorrow,

Her lips long for joy but turn down with sadness.

She builds a wall...

The bricks are her pain and the mortar her tears..

They see the wall...

They understand its message...

The wall asks for no love

The wall has no poetry, no song, no truth, and no emotions

The wall is strong and unyielding.

The wall has no face… they know the meaning of the wall...why?

Behind the wall a longing woman beckons to God's creatures

She speaks in poetry...they understand her needs

She shows them love...they give love back

She becomes emotional...they know her heart is kind

She reaches for them...they enjoy her touch

She sings to them...they listen intently

She offers them truth...they appreciate knowing

She is strong...they feel safe

If animals can be this kind...why aren't people?

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Aone in the Night By Ruth Smith

Aug 17, '06 10:59 PM
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Della sat in her rocker starring blankly into the dark beyond the window; her mirrored image in the glass reflected her favorite blue polka dotted cotton dress and her long white hair gathered at the top of her head in a neat bun. Her washed out blue eyes appeared sad and tired as she longed for years gone by when they were full of life and energy. Just like every lonely night her mind flooded with memories of him when they were young and so in love, she relished these memories but the pain of it was more then she could bare. She rose slowly to her feet and made her way to the door as she draped a blue sweater over her shoulders. The cool night air always seemed comforting and helped to ease the pain and clear her thoughts of him. Although it had been many years since he had been gone, the love she felt for him had never died over time. She walked quickly through the dark streets of downtown and noticed that the only lights illuminating the entire block were from the old barbershop, which had been vacant for years. Even the barber pole was slowly spinning in the dark. When she got to the window and looked inside, she was shocked to see a myriad of couples...waltzing. A young man noticed her gazing in and waved her over to a side door entrance. As she entered the darkened alley she saw a dim light above the entrance, then suddenly the door swung open and the young man beckoned her in. As Della stepped through the door the years of time disappeared and there she stood, 22 years old again with her long black hair streaming in gentle curls around her face, her blue eyes glistened with excitement and her polka dotted dress suddenly became transformed into a beautiful rose colored satin gown. The young man whisked her in his arms so quickly she didn’t get a glimpse of his face and they began whirring around the dance floor, gracefully dipping and twirling. Their dance was interrupted when another gentleman took her hand and stole her away from this familiar partner. As they danced away she strained to get a quick look at his face but the distance between them filled with the couples on the dance floor. His touch seemed so familiar and the smell of his cologne brought a warm feeling to her. Her heart seemed to pound in time to the music and she felt so light headed... what was happening to her? Then suddenly she felt a strong hand on the small of her back as she turned to face him, she was spellbound when her eyes fell upon his. It was him young and alive … How could this be? He was killed in WWI and never made it back to the wedding they had planned together. Their lives were dashed to bits by a sniper bullet that killed him instantly. She loved him so intensely and could never bring herself to find another… there was only one love for her and it was him. Not a word was exchanged as they held each other…nothing mattered except this moment embraced in dance. She longed each day to be in his arms and some how like a miracle her prayers were answered. As they drew apart the room had emptied, he gently took her hand and led her to the entrance door. He tipped her chin toward his face and kissed her lips tenderly. She knew this magical moment in time had to come to an end and a tear rolled down her cheek. She closed her eyes as he spoke to her, “You are my only love and I have never completely left you…I live on in your heart and mind. Whenever you need me just reach into your soul and I will be there for you.” When she opened her eyes she was standing in the alley greeted by the dimly lit entryway. Her body was still trembling…was it a dream? Did she only imagine it? She knew it didn’t matter because he came to her to let her know of his eternal love for her. She was a bit saddened but a feeling of satisfaction spread through her and she felt alive again. She knew someday she would join him and they would live forever in paradise. She smiled as she returned to the lonesome sidewalk and disappeared into the night.

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