Trust In Me

Down in the deepest of shadows
Lurks a man who in tell-tales wallows
Once thought of in sorrows
Now laid in forgotten harrows

Up above the people dance
Happiness fills their lands
Save for the girl, with the missing hand
Hidden away, on vast farmland

Boredom, stirs within her
Disregarded, discarded, rejected
For she shone without perfection
A standard, they all exalted
In her was halted

Left on her own to roam
As long as she never venture far from home
She mustered her courage
Unable to stay in their prison
She was on her mission

Wandering to a scarred land
Left behind, from war and famine
A sight to see, "it feels like me!"
Her one hand tracing along the marsh
A happiness fills her heart

Startled by an unfamiliar sound
The man walks up from underground
His one eyed face a thing of beauty
As she looks at him astutely

Reaching out his hand for her to see
Words presented in a plea, "Trust in me."

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the journey in the poetry. left me wanting to know more.
"Wandering to a scarred land
Left behind, from war and famine
A sight to see, "it feels like me!"
Her one hand tracing along the marsh
A happiness fills her heart "
The strong statements create visions and thoughts. I liked the ending. Left the reader with positive ground and possibilities. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Malen]

I fell in love with the discarded, I hope to use them again.
I am glad you enjoyed it!
The best compliment.

[Susanna F]

A strange and fabulous tale, this has the rhythm of a song. It reminds me a little of the fairy tale "The Girl Without Hands." Wonderful, I can't wait to read more!

[Malen]

Thank you kindly, Susanna.

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She feels at home with a stranger because he too has been held prisoner and is disfigured. It's sad how for some of us the home is a prison. I am glad she has found comfort in a "...scarred land/Left behind by war and famine" because she has scars from physical battles and mental malnourishment. Something tells me she takes the hand extended with the only one she has. Well-written Malen!

FT

[Malen]

I would like to think she takes it too.
It's almost a -- how can she not?
Let the righteous dance in glee, I think these two
Have a much more interesting journey.

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Me too! Perhaps we'll meet them somewhere, sometime...