The Uncommon Prize

A poem, a Prayer, about how to be

Feed me in poetry,

for my heart can not live on food alone.

Feed me in beauty,

for my soul can not survive on survival alone.

Feed me in music,

for my spirit can not fly on this diet of melancholy.

I am not that typical prize,

that can be bought,

twisted,

controlled.

I know every woman says it the same

and it is true,

for on that diet we all wither and die.

Do not feed me lies,

contorted in order to open up my heart;

which will spill out easily for you

without much convincing.

we have been given a false template

of temptation,

which we are told will fill our holes

in our souls

for a time.

though we also know the path of real fulfillment

is harder,

we come from a culture, of instant gratification.

Keeping this in mind,

I challenge you to look beyond the steadfast comfort,

and stability I offer you in friendship.

Or the constant fight of a lover,

wanting to win this time.

For in every woman's eyes is not the typical prize.

even if she can not walk away so easily,

she can be lost to your heart, long before her body gives out. 

Trust, that fragile beauty

so hard won, and so easily broken.

She can even come to you missing pieces.

And here is where your work really begins. 

For all the flowery words in the world,

even met with the bravest actions,

will pale in comparison

to that trust once broken.

If a lover is what you seek

I am not such a hard won beauty.

All I ask is that you feed me,

every part and inch of me,

sensually. 

And if not a lover, a friend instead.

Again, I am not so hard to understand

Open honesty is all I seek.

Truth in true vulnerability,

Show me what this world has cruelly taken from you,

and I will help you see

that not all are filled with narcissistic greed

You just have to believe. 

So once again I ask:

Feed the world in poetry,

for her heart can not live on food alone.

Feed your lover in beauty,

for their soul can not survive on survival alone.

Feed yourself in music,

for your spirit can not fly on this diet of melancholy .