Suppression
She struggled to find her
wings
Beating against the walls
Built from her way of life.
Nobody heard her calls.
Her only crime was she
Was born as a female child
Something to which her world
Had never reconciled.
Her dreams still fought
endlessly.
Deep in her hidden soul
Slowly she built her life
On small things she could
control.
With no one to celebrate
Achievements along the way
She learned to be alone
Still rising to meet each
day.
Now she is getting old.
Nobody knows her name.
She’s done the best she could
To nurture her tiny flame.
Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s. She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson. Pam has been published in a variety of venues. Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada. To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind. Writing and crocheting are her passions.
"Suppression" is excellent Pam, Shows some living, doing fine
ReplyDeletein their own knowledge of light. We use to invite an old
Hermit to dinner once in a while, to us much like this lady.
He said "You know, when ever you think you are bad off, you
do not have to look very far to find someone worse off".
Thanks for sharing this Pam
Yancy
"Her only crime was she was born as a female child" unfortunately refers to many who are victims of pride culture and religion. You do well to draw attention to these unfortunate ones, Pam, and you did so through a masterly written poem. Regards ~ paul
ReplyDeletePowerful piece, thank you for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteDear Pam,
ReplyDeleteVery nice job of framing poetically a life that would truly be suppressed were it not for the "lifting up" given by writing such as yours.
Blessings,
Michael