A JEWEL IN THE CROWN

Who Is She?

by Angel

This old woman in my mirror, who can it be?

Where did all the wrinkles come from,

and all the ailments haunting me;

the bones the doctors say are weak,

the heart that's failed me twice,

the cancer that tried so hard to take me?

I am not old, this is not me.

I've survived the severing the tie that binds,

abuse that made my spirit weak,

the men who only saw the outer beauty

(feared loving heart and resented active mind),

the poverty that has destroyed so many others.

I have survived, so who is this I see?

I am not old, it can't be me.

I gave the world my two best gifts, a lady and her brother

and my gifts of love to lift up the ones

who would later gladly choose another,

my gifts of mind that even changed the view of weather,

my gifts of prose that touched so many hearts.

I've given my gifts, so who can this be?

I am not old, it is not me.

Inside, I'm in my twenties yet;

clearly singing, still running 'cross the moors,

still playing, laughing, and North-Sea-daring.

I am still that animal passion

beginning in feminine grace, ending in spirit's awe.

I am still young, so who's this I see?

I'm not this old wreck, she isn't me.

Oh, now I see who this could be:

The whining martyr (they' don't appreciate me!),

the jealous lover (he's just using me!),

the resentful giver (they don't give back to me!),

the selfish provider (can't they just let me be?).

I made me into that old crone,

Yes, indeed, that was surely me.

Ah, now I see. Now I see me.

She's hidden there inside, thinking that her job was done.

Forgetting to heal herself along the way.

But now I see her drawing on the powerful One.

The mirror image shifts, the haggish picture clouding.

She's coming through, the woman inside shining.

This one's young, could it be me?

Now I see the youth I feel,

the youth I need to take my place.

The world still needs the strength I have,

still needs the mind, the loving grace.

I'm smiling now, silly me;

forgetting for, oh, so long

that the Power was in me!

And here she is, I see her now;

shedding age and illness,

creating once again, to feel.

I laugh now; no pills nor creams were ever needed!

I only had to see the One within could heal.

The me inside, now the young one in the mirror.

Oh! There she is--now THAT is me!

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