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.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Lovely poem. There’s a deep honesty to your insight into humanity.
Illumination does reveal depravity, for sure.
If we would just accept it and not torture ourselves with it, we would all be better off! 🙂 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!
The days you don’t get it serve to make the days you get it all the more rewarding.
Wow – you’re right. What a great perspective…
Whenever I think about getting real I am reminded of the words of the Skin Horse in the Velveteen Rabbit.
🙂 Good connection, Tina!
Melody, I think deep down we all want that: to be genuine. To live a truly human life.
Hypocrisy gets to us faster than other things – perhaps driving our desire to be genuine. Thanks for your thoughts, Marty.
Beautiful …and the fragrance will emerge!
Thank you – I’m counting on it! 🙂
“Plastic flower with no hope of fragrance”–I always wonder why anyone buys those….
I wonder? Not quite the real deal….
Beautiful pic. & Lovely poem ❤ 😀
Thank you very much!