Woman Buoyant Poem by D Loveday Morris

WOMAN BUOYANT

She walked with head high and shoulders perched
Now a posture to hide her deepest hurt
A woman of a short statue
Yet a powerful force
If she only knew her inner source

A tree whose branches once soared through the skies
Now trimmed by hurt and painful lies
And once a woman of high esteem
She now struggles with self esteem
And regrets the things of which she once dreamed

How can this life be so mean?
People are hardly ever what they seem
And her once sort after dream
Becomes something she wished she had never seen
Is this the same thing for which she would have given her spleen?

A broken bough lopsided sail
Colour now so pale
The once blooming flower, petals almost dead
Forgetting that she is still the head
Bowed now to buoyant later
Once she realizes she is meant for greater

Dedicated to a known woman...
An Extract from the Diary of a Jamaican Critical Care Nurse Living and Working in the UK

D. Loveday Morris
May 4,2020