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."