Witchy Woman

Her pale face
and saddened eyes
Her jet black hair
her bitter lies ~
The anger fills
her hardened soul
Her life is robbed
of what she stole.

Her hatred fuels
her bitter life
With promises
she twists the knife ~
Her laugh is heard
amidst the pain
She causes those
time and again.

In her escape
she leaves behind
A path, destroyed
by her crime ~
And as she spreads
the hate and lies
Fuelling the ears
so they too despise.

Soon the images
of her trait
Curse and spit
their mother's hate ~
Violent, aggressive,
inflicting pain
As the bitter
witchy woman reigns.

Her love is lost
she knows the hate
Of anger that
will be her fate ~
As the evil of
her bitter world
Has darkened since
she was a girl.

The black magic
that fascinates
Her shattered life
as she levitates ~
Leaving her body
all that remains
While she escapes
her private pain.

Though still she feels
no inner peace
The hate and lies
she will not cease ~
She wants to make
everyone pay
For what she lost
that had gone away.

Witchy woman,
can't you see
Forgive the past
so you'll be free?
This bitter life
you've come to know;
For what you reap
is what you've sown.

But she didn't listen
she would not see
The way she lives
so bitterly ~
The angry face
the jet black hair
Her hate-filled eyes
she doesn't care.

The needle paused
she sees her life
She's someone's mother
and someone's wife ~
She only wants to
escape this pain
That'll be there when
she's back again.

She feels her mind
slowly drift away
As her soul leaves
and her body stays ~
She sees him as he
tries to wake her
She smiles at him
but he doesn't see her.

Witchy woman,
if you had only seen
What your life
was meant to be ~
But you turned away
from all who cared
And now your bitter
life is dead.

The children she has
left behind
Mourn for her,
at this time ~
They find it hard
to comprehend
Why mummy's life
had to end.

Witchy woman,
see the pain
That you have
inflicted again ~
See the tears
as your children mourn
The loss of you;
for their mother's gone.

© Christina
10th October, 2001
 

"I wrote this poem about my step-children's mother, who died six months ago (April 2001).  I didn't want to write a derogatory poem about her, depicting my anger, but one about her own pain and inner struggle.   It was not easy to step out of my own anger and step into her pain and see life through her eyes, but it was something I found to be therapeutic to my own soul ~ it was like letting go of how I felt about her and what she did to those children and to my husband.   A very good friend of mine said that to put aside my own anger and to see it through her eyes and her pain was a sign of my own inner maturity.   And because of this, "Witchy Woman" is one of my own favourite poems."



 
 

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