In the shadows I lurk
The true first woman
The sinner who dared walk free
Born like Adam
His equal
Yet punished for the same
Why was I pushed to be
His ‘loving wife’
Against my will?
What was the purpose of my creation?
For, if it was pleasure he seeked
He could have looked elsewhere
Why must I lie beneath him
Like a limp fish
An unmoving statue
When I am so gloriously alive
And breathing?
Why must I stay
And bear silent witness
To his violence and desires?
Why must I not search
For a worthy mate
Who loves my soul
As he yearns for my body?
Father, when you created me
Did you not love me
As a daughter?
Or were I naught but a doll
For your favourite creation
To use and abuse
While you looked on
Puffing with pride?
When I called for help
I received the wings of an angel
And with them I found
My haven
For no matter how beautiful
Or plentiful Eden was
Eden belonged to Adam.
Freedom to me
Was as precious as air
Still, why drag me away
And suffocate me?
Why rage
When I say
I refuse to not breathe?
Why damn me to hell
And curse my children
When all I wished
Was for serenity?
I am no temptress
No stealer of children
No whore who courted demons
No. I am a woman
True to my core.
Why give me a soul
If you did not wish me free?
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So, a friend gifted me a few books today, one of them being a collection of short stories. I read a few on the way home, and a particular piece about Lilith struck me. I want to read and understand more about this character, but for the time being I sated my wish with this simple poem.
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