Suburban Woman

Suburban Woman

The rage is building up again

With its inappropriate timing

I tried to pull my rational hat on

But now it just feels like I am whining

Suppression, confusion, lack of motivated force

Has sent me drifting aimlessly

Unplugged, detached, directionless

No rudder to steer my course

The magic wild and sexy woman

Is covered in doldrums and dirt

My high heels used to pound in nails

I made rags from my prettiest skirts

My wild abandon caught me

As I walked the supermarket aisles

I bought luxury branded toilet paper

And thrust my hip with a sensual smile

I wanted to strip naked

And howl wildly at the moon

Instead I feigned a headache

And ate ice cream with a teaspoon

The Powerful lady Goddess

Is looking wistfully down below

She thinks I can’t remember her

Lost in my pathetic suburban show

We both fear I’ve forgotten

How to shine in truth and light

Scared my vulnerable magic heart

Will give everyone an awful fright

The world too has forgotten

What it really is to know

The mystery truth and power

Of a woman in full glow

So I quiet the judgy critic voice

And release my overthinking drudge

I call you out now anger

I call you back in love

Megan's Poetry reflects life's complex emotional states.

Through it she connects with others so that they may see

that on the other side of fear and disillusionment,

one can find a true spiritual connection, and come out the other

side soaring with peace, joy and happiness.

This is the Poetry of my soul

From the heights of divine inspirations

To the lowest darkest depths

And the grey world in between

Light Grey Dark, this is my word art...