A Beautiful Mess
She’s a beautiful mess
This love starved womanly child
With frightful contradictions
Bound up in her mind
Busily skipping through wounding days
Too many minutes press hard
Frustrating her efforts at the anxious
Peace she pursues
Then I arrive
Sowing seed of new substance
Into fallow hidden soil
So wondrously relieved
I discover she loves to reap
© Gayle Force Press 2005
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