surrounded by 11,000 women
and still all alone,
acceptance like love is conditional,
when the true soul opened
those that swore to remain
turned a scorned shoulder,
with the wall crumbling,
the turtle shell in pieces
and the thundercloud dissipated,
the wounds that are received
lacerate into the marrow of the soul,
a circle trusted reaches behind
drawing daggers of deceit
and venom to toss when conditions aren’t met,
it is clear that the soul
is not worthy of even basic friendship
that goes beyond the surface,
this soul must be ugly-
a red cloak that is visable to all
and warns that this person should remain unloved
no matter the voice on the stage
the shame, guilt, and feeling of being unloved is true,
there is no redemption, no salvation for this soul,
trust can not exist,
it has to be a matter of survival
where the wall is rebuilt, the shell repaired
and the cloud sought out.