“Ophelia Awakes”

“Ophelia Awakes”

Ophelia–
Trusting, loving, hoping–she,
Moved as a pawn
In others’ games,
Manipulated, scorned
Herself unseen,
Sundered from herself,
Sinks down
Into the Lethean Stream.
But I have seen
That same Ophelia
Stir, grow restless,
Called by something.
What could it be?
She begins to dream
She is Love Herself.
She holds a sceptre.
She is free.
She stands on a cliff,
And all she sees
Is herself in the distance
Dancing, calling her name.
Ophelia
Opens
Her
Eyes.

~Shelly Johnson, 2014

“Ophelia”, by John Everett Millais, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

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