Allie Jo Sholder
Once upon a time I was a dancer, wanting to be a nun,
and then I was a lover, true, true lover,
then a mother.
And then I was a widow, single mother,
bitter and broken-hearted to the core.
Then wed again, and mothering
a crowd of shouting boys, who all grew tall and left me,
and their father left me too.
Now once again a lover,
gardener, planter ... more »
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You're such an angry person,
he said, and it was true,
though I denied it.
Anger was my shield, my suit of armor.
When I was mad I didn't feel the pain,
or not as much.
It warmed me in the cold
of I'm not good enough and no one wants me.
Since I was born I've wrapped the warm red coat
of anger round me.
I want to put it off now, lay it down.
I want to live by love, be gentle-hearted.
But gentle hearts are open to the pain
I don't know how to bear.