Genre: Marriage, love and everything in-between
the Cowardly Lioness
by Ruth Bowley
Pangs of conscience, willows of contrition.
Gilded lilies of guilt.
Reprimanded into submission.
To seek the words I cannot allow myself to say.
To relinquish into your soul…
the gifts I cannot give.
These, these, are just simple plots.
Veiled hand me downs,
and all too familiar way to live.
When you cry my pain,
shower my thorns with love.
There is an unkind peace.
There is an ill fitting glove.
But it is right here, at this forever gone
moment in our time.
That I must rise above.
In eternity…your charity in me beckons the corners of my mind.
For eternity…your charity in me will beckon the corners of my mind.
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