The Venus to your Mars in a planet called 'Ours'.

Love looks like such a tumultuous ride
Now that I observe it without you on side.
It's as if I can see it through his eyes
as a web glued with illusion and thread with lies.

What is forever anyway but a sickening replaying
of ground hog day.
I never wanted to be a saviour nor a captor
but I did used to dream of happily ever after.

It was a phrase hammered into my little girl's brain
they never mentioned the heart ache and shame!
And I never wanted to play the wicked witch
or the Madonna/whore nor the spinster bitch.

I didn't want my body used nor critiqued
but to be a vessel where united souls piqued.
And now it feels void but is never the less a throne
for it is the place where my spirit calls home.

I've been raped, abandoned, battered and cheated
but remain a woman strong and undefeated.
I've been blamed, disgraced, mocked and rejected
but remain a woman in faith and protected.

I didn't want to become bitter or cynical
but reach a place love could call it's pinnacle.
But you could only view me through their eyes
A woman: A concubine of lustrous lies.

Yet I am the portal that carried you to life
be a mother, a sister, a whore, widow or wife.
And yet you despise me for what I am
whilst praising yourself and brothers as God and Man.

I am Eve the winter of your discontent,
Your heat, your wrath, cynicism and sentiment.
Your scape goat, your enemy, your opposite, your twin
Your above, your below, your outside, your within.

We are two halves of the coin they call humanity,
Who walk in opposite directions to find the same clarity.
And we hate and love each other for all eternity
As I harbour the labour of your paternity.

I am the Venus to your Mars
Combined in a planet that is both of ours.
I am the mirror to your shadow
You are a reflection of a spirit I know.

Please find me in a world blind of sight
let me be the day to your night
and let your knight shine on my son
know me as wife, aunt, sister and mum