Divorcee's Shame

A Poem by thebendywitch

Oh don’t I look pretty

All wrapped up in bows

All sparkly and shiny

From my head to my toes

Surely someone will love me

Surely someone will say

“You look so beautiful

I want to take you away!”

But then they’ll unwrap me

One layer at a time

They’ll peel off my sparkles

And make it a crime

They’ll find out I’m a fake

That I’m really a fraud

I’m already guilty

In the eyes of the Lord

If they get to my bra

I’ll be praying like mad

That my b***s look all perky

Not saggy and sad

As I take off my make-up

There’ll be sick in my throat

This is all a bit much

Where the feck is my coat!

I call up my bestie

We meet up for tea

I tell her my story

And she says to me

“If you want to be loved

Then you’ve got to Be you

Not a sad empty shell

In Chanel shades and shoes

The right man will Love you

When you let him see

The truth that is You

Whom you show to me!

I Love you whatever

Even when you forget

You’re the loveliest person

That I ever met

So stop hiding your light

Behind all of these labels

And layers of make-up

Now let’s turn the tables

These things are not bad

In their right perspective

Not used as a disguise

Cos’ you think you’re defective

My beautiful friend

Be seen in all your glory

And your Love life will tell

A completely new story

Go into your heart

Shine from within

Trust in yourself

Let a new chapter begin”

“How lucky”, I think

To have such a good friend

Although part of me thinks that

She’s gone round the bend

But something’s awakened

Deep, deep down inside

A Love for myself

I can no longer hide

There’s a tap on my shoulder

Oh my God, it’s a man!

No, not time for a hot flush

Someone give me a fan

He pulls up a chair

“Can we chat for a while?

I couldn’t help but be drawn

To your beautiful smile...”

© 2014 thebendywitch

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Jack Wolfe

I like the premise you establish here; though, I'd have to argue your meaning a bit. What you're speaking of is low-self-esteem, self-consciousness, the longing to be accepted, appreciated and loved. You point out the worry as they peel back the exterior 'you', but my argument would be, when those layers are peeled, is when the true beauty, heart, and soul, show through.