THREE BELOVED WOMEN



When I ,Opened My Eye's, I Saw' by Trish



Three Beloved Women
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Three women I loved and looked to for direction led me away from the garden path. They saw not where they had been and so were sightless. They talked as if they knew the way, their blind eyes wide and bright. One had eyes the color of violets, dark sweeping lashes rimmed the lovely pools of color. The other woman's  eyes were  green. Whenever I looked into their cloudy depths, it was as if I looked deep into a lake of blurred emerald. The color of the world within the third woman's blind eyes  eludes me.

I followed them faithfully for years, I'd probably have followed them forever if  I'd not, woken up. They didn't  love me. In fact I feared they may even hate me. It happened like this.

 I'd gone to sleep very early. I have no idea what time it was when I heard the voice, it was as close to me as my own breath. "They are slowly killing you and you must fly", the Voice Breathed. Terror caught at my throat like two hands about to choke the life out of me. "I have no wings" I whispered fearfully. e"I am not ready." My voice seemed to be that of someone else and I repeated the words to make sure I'd not imagined I'd spoken them. Then I asked "Where will I go and what should I take with me?" "Go to Love, and take only Love" Breathed the Messenger. And so I crept out alone into the damp night and stood there on the wet grass shivering with cold and fear, beneath the  willow trees that bowed  so deeply and darkly over me, like grieving old women .

To my surprise, I began vigorously to rub my body. Faster and faster went my hands, it was as if my body was starving from some lack, a lack,that my empty hungry hands failed to satisfy. Next my shoulders began to circle forward, faster and faster they went. I don't know how long I went on like that, but again the Messenger Breathed words that made me act. I stood still, long enough to gather some breath, then ran for my life, away from the wrath of the three  women, who slept the sleep of the dead, inside  the house, covered by the bowed grief stricken branches, of the  ancient Weeping Willow Trees.