Her Point of View...A Poem by GigglezA little snippet of prose about Mary Magdalene; the supposed wife of Jesus.There I see him again,
working with all sorts of people that flock to Him in droves... He looks so happy, so carefree and almost always laughing when I see Him. I know they say He is the Son of Our Lord but I see Him as more than that. He is a man, a human just like my brother, whom He raised from the Netherworld of Hades; and just like me as well. But He wouldn't want to be seen with the likes of me, a woman plagued with demons, hellions, and imps of seven different kinds within her own mind. I lurk away from the crowd again, and again... Following the voices only I seem to hear as I wander away from the crowd, again and again. I find myself in no where particular... I lose myself...in no direction, but... He found me! Found me, this time! I jump when I hear the sounds of sandals coming around the corner of my family's little garden, filled with hemp and silk worms. And I just about knock over the water pitcher when He comes into view. He laughs (at me! At you! say the many voices in my mind) and I instantly start to get mad at Him but He soothes away my rage, my ire with a mere smile as He approaches. Suddenly, I am scared, frightened, and dismayed but for what reason... I have no idea. No thought in my head, but His kind and loving smile as He touches my cheek and whispers in my ear, seeming to dash all those other voices but His... "They're not real. They're not there. It is just your loneliness, my love; that says they are." He leans away and smiles down at little lonely me again, and I manage a smile back as I whisper: "Will you always call me that?" "Call you what, my love?" "Love" I reply with a shaky sigh, and with a smile He replied back: "Love always." And He always did call me "love" if only around me, and no one else; up until the day He died for us. For me. For you. For Him. For Her. © 2013 GigglezAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGigglezOKC, OKAboutThis profile is for my personal poetry archive. I am not looking for friends, nor am I looking for a boyfriend (I have one) but I will take constructive criticism on my work, because this is how I see.. more..Writing
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