Where the Sun Don’t Shine

Stella D'Oro gold

 

Stiff upper lip and thick skin

blocked some of the blows,sure. But

they also blocked something she

needed more than oxygen,

more profoundly than safety,

more urgently than bars.

.

And now that she’s finally

transparent, those places where

her heart is the thinnest let

by far the most sunlight through.

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The Storms of Life

The storms of life have had their way,

The years have turned her dark to gray,

And robbed her of her partner, too –

The scars are where her feet walked through

The toughest rock-infested climbs,

The places where the toughest times

Have tried to conquer inner peace.

Doctor’s bills, death’s release,

Betrayals multiplied by four,

Troubles knocking on heart’s door.

Beneath the gray exterior

Lies a heart superior,

Tested by a difficult life,

Tempered by abundant strife;

She will live to see the day

When others lead her by the way,

Lives whose hearts by hers were touched

In sundry ways, by her deep love.