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A Wish For Ana
by David R Spellman
to mend the broken spirit
which cries to be free
to bleach away the stained
clothing you have worn
to wring out the tears
into a fresh mountain spring
and wrench out the thorns
you've wrapped yourself around
and show you the beauty
that you refuse to see
and the wonder of you
that you are meant to be...
how I wish it were that simple
to change the mold
of a woman who's bought
all that she's sold,
a fruit that withered
grown stone cold,
a seed once planted
can still become gold
10/04/2006 Author's Note: For one who will probably never know...
Posted on 10/18/2006
Copyright © 2025 David R Spellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/18/06 at 02:43 AM Well, Lori pretty much said it best, but I will add to it by saying that I really liked it as well. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/19/06 at 01:38 AM So poignant yet hopefilled. Beautifully expressed tragedy with a glimmer of hope. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/20/06 at 04:47 AM A truly beautiful sentiment for what is clearly a beautiful woman David. Excellent ending, or maybe better...a new beginning?! |
| Posted by Gabrielle L Gervais on 10/25/06 at 04:50 AM really lovely ud- |
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