Photo: Alabaster canopic jar (Wikimedia)
She was impervious to their taunting.
To the words
That meant to hurt
But found no inlet
No crack
In what seemed her
Flawless control.
She was impervious to others’ love
As well.
The doors of her alabaster soul
Had slammed shut
After her spirit had peeked
Out
Only to find more harm
Than she knew she would be able
To endure if she were to
Somehow
Remain whole.
She was impervious to much,
But not to beauty.
She could not give up
That
Without crumbling.
And so she lived
In stoic
Understanding
Of the world,
And its toll.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Impervious in 99 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
including beauty of expression, such as this poem
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I’m glad that the poem expressed the realities of oh-so-many women and girls (and all too many boys, too), who end up needing to shield themselves in alabaster: from both harm and care.
It is a very high price for anyone to pay.
Thank you for the kind comment!
Na’ama
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You are welcome.
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Such a beautiful expression of what too many experience. My screen blurred as I read. Technical difficulties? I think not.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Here’s mine: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/03/24/weekend-writing-prompt-impervious/
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Thanks, Rochelle. It is indeed the reality of so many — of too many. The cost of snailing in is high, even if sometimes it can seem to be the only way to manage the unmanageable. I’m preparing a workshop about trauma and disability that I’ll be co-presenting in an international conference next weekend, as well as a 6 hour workshop on trauma and development that I’ll be teaching two weeks from today, and the children I’d seen and see (and the adults they grow up to be if they do not get the support they need) are clearly on my mind.
Off to read yours now!
XOXO
Na’ama
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Definitely up there with Simon and Garfunkel’s “I Am A Rock”!
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I’m humbled! 🙂
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Begs to be set to music.
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🙂
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Perfection.
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And what am I supposed to do now?!!!! I mean, does this set me up for chasing more perfection? 😉
THANKS my friend! 🙂
XOXO
Na’ama
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Ha ha! Well… I can just say that there was a little bit of me in there… And yes. I mean, no. I mean, keep doing what you do!!
Lotsa love,
Dale
xo
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LOL … I think there was probably a bit of many of us in there … And so, I’m glad it spoke to you, and … Yeah, I intend to keep on doing what I’m doing. 😀
XOXO
Na’ama
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Good. No that I thought my two cents’ would make a difference 😛
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Two cents??? Who said anything about TWO cents? I mean, perfection’s gotta go for a bit more these days, no?
Then again … two cents sounds a lot like two saints … which neither of us is (nor do I have any intention of becoming one any time soon … ), so I’ll take the two cents and say, “Thank you!”
😀
N.
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It’s a double whammy coming from me coz we ain’t got no stinking pennies anymore!!
Oh, darlin’… Saint ain’t in my lingo, just so’s you know. I’m way more fun than that. So… lemme check my old change jar and see if there is any copper in there…
😉
D
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🙂
All the saints are dead. So … yeah, I don’t WANT you to be a saint and I don’t want ME to be a saint … 😉
If you don’t have no pennies, is okay. We’ll figure out some exchange that works … 😉
N.
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Exackery!!
I got some in a jar… 😁
Imma use them
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😀 Yay!
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Perfect poetry..So well done!
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Thank you, Violet! 🙂 So glad it resonated! 🙂
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