I remember being not out of earshot too
and hearing words reminding me
I’m no one’s ideal of beauty.
I loved you then,
for our shared sin
of not adorning the world.
I revisited you, year after year.
One day, after a pilgrimage to a crossroad
that long had intrigued me
I found what I reverence, what I delight in –
you fell a little in my eyes.
I’d have never ran
from love to conform to a dogma
that did its best to shame me.
Then I grew a little more, realizing
you defined your own dogma
to align with the dictates of your spirit,
just as I’ve done. Though I’d go left
where you’d go right, conventionalities don’t bind us.
My spirit recognizes yours
and I’ll always love that.
Song Choice: Sweet Jane by the Cowboy Junkies
This poem was created as response to the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: My Dearest Book, I Wrote You a Poem. I chose one of my all time favorites, Jane Eyre. I love the book so much, I have an infinity scarf with the text from the scene where Jane and Mr. Rochester confess their love to each other. This is also linked to Poet's United Poetry Pantry #370