Get Real


She wants to get real.

Her thirst is a mirror,

reflecting a parched soul

to blind eyes; the more she

confesses, the more she

recognizes her hollowness.

Only Light can fill her now –

energy in rainbow-rays,

illumination to reveal

depravity. And seeing,

she knows that

she has been a dark

and empty thing,

a plastic flower

with no hope of fragrance.

So now,

at last,

she wants to get real.

14 comments on “Get Real

  1. dereklubangakene says:

    Lovely poem. There’s a deep honesty to your insight into humanity.
    Illumination does reveal depravity, for sure.

    • melodylowes says:

      If we would just accept it and not torture ourselves with it, we would all be better off! ๐Ÿ™‚ I am learning a balance between knowing my deepest need, and rejoicing in my highest strength… Some days I still don’t quite get it right!

  2. tinamhunt says:

    Whenever I think about getting real I am reminded of the words of the Skin Horse in the Velveteen Rabbit.

  3. Melody, I think deep down we all want that: to be genuine. To live a truly human life.

  4. Beautiful …and the fragrance will emerge!

  5. Caddo-Jael says:

    “Plastic flower with no hope of fragrance”–I always wonder why anyone buys those….

  6. parth893 says:

    Beautiful pic. & Lovely poem โค ๐Ÿ˜€

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