Intoxyc8me's blog: "Words of Pleasure"

Hidden Beauty by LateNiteFantasy© She walked through life for many years Wearing a cloak Of pain and abuse Sorrow and neglect As each year passed The cloak grew heavier and thicker As layers Of anguish and hateful words Lies and tears Were added Beneath the burden Her gentle soul slumbered Dreaming of peace and tenderness They walked by one by one Rarely looking past the cloak Never finding the gentle soul Waiting to be touched One day When young ones are grown And age begins to leave its mark After many winters of stress and depression Have added their layer of ice To the dark, careworn cloak The gentle soul smothering beneath the burden Cries out Is heard Found by a kindred spirit Carefully, gently He chips away the ice And her light shines Brightening his darkness As his warm tenderness Melts her icy prison Her soft, sweet light Chases away his demons The days slowly pass Others find her shining light Reach out Each word, each thought Brushes past the cloak, pushing it aside Freeing more of the gentle light Until the day a single hand Dares to sweep back the ugly cloak Let the beautiful soul breath deep The air of freedom Still So many walk by Blind to the beauty Seeing only the ugly, tattered cloak Day after day The gentle soul breathes Growing Stronger, bolder, more playful As she romps past uncaring eyes Searching, learning, growing She stumbles across one who stops Looks Reaches out with bold hand Strips away the cloak Startled, skittish She stops Amazed by the strong hands Firmly holding her trembling form His words, his thoughts Reach out Wash away traces of despair Sorrow and neglect Healing the cuts and welts Of anguish and pain As she blooms in his gentle care Others begin to pause Captured by the beauty of her soul They beckon, call to her While she shakes her head Standing firm In the grasp of one who cares Slowly, tenderly He polishes her beauty freeing her soul Completely Teaching and guiding He leads her from the past To now Shows her the windows of futures to come Waits quietly while She chooses Then helps her find the path Traveling this new road together Lessons and growth continue As she blossoms and opens up He encourages her to look around Search for the one who will make her complete Weeks pass Tenderly she is given into the care of another Where more lessons are taught She continues to grow and bloom Then one day A hand reaches out, she reaches back in return Sighing softly, smiling gently As strong arms enfold her No longer does she feel the cloak Doubt the beauty others found Within his eyes She can finally see the beauty for herself Know Trust It is no mere illusion Finally She is complete