Afraid to Dance
She was naked – underneath her 7 veils,
She didn't dance, even shoes subdued her.
She removed her first veil:
She was depressed until she met me.
She told me of scabs that remained opaque in her memory,
She revealed this truth whilst self-love remained hidden.
She held my arms, comforting the butterfly - she broke the chains that cocooned him.
She is straight – yet as illuminating as a transcendent rainbow.
She cried when my weakness became a source of her strength,
She was overwhelmed by the mirror that showed her reflection in my eyes.
She drowned in her own sorrow,
She was oblivious to the love that evaporated oceans of doubt.
She removed 5 veils too many,
She was afraid to dance.
Chris Dawson
Wed 10th Nov 2010 09:04
I love the idea of this but it feels unfinished. When I got to the line 'She removed the first veil' I had the idea that you were peelin away layers of her personality along with her veils - a bit like Peer Gynt's onion. It's a co-incidence - I was writing a looking at the layers poem just a couple of days ago :)
Cx