A Woman's Voice

INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ April 22, 2011 by Charles Betts

Dolores; Good “Good Friday” to you and all your family and readers. Easter, like spring, holds such hope of new life and new beginnings. Such a beautiful way that God has given the earth and all it holds to start each spring with refreshing life. Spring is a time of birth and rebirth for so much of His creation. Easter for me holds the same promise of life and rebirth of our souls. As the earth soaks in the sun and becomes refreshed, so too do we when we soak in the Son. Our soul becomes alive and we are restored to that place of communication with God that he gave to Adam and Eve in the beginning, where the Bible says “He breathed into man and he became a living soul”. So to me does Christ when we invite Him into our lives.

After reading yesterday’s article I was reminded of a poem I had written some time ago. I called it “Freedom” I hope you and your readers enjoy it. It’s all about hiding who we are because we don’t like us. Too many things different about us, or so we think. We become a turtle. As soon as someone approaches the first thing we do is go inside our shell. They still know we are a turtle but they never get to see our inner beauty, and we never get to see the beauty of life all around us. 

So, yes, we need to love ourselves, and be comfortable with us, and realize there are a gazillion other turtles out there. Each one has scratches and bruises from where they have been, but hey, we’re all still turtles. We need each other and can help each other get through this journey of life together. Here is the poem. Enjoy, and thanks for being brave enough to share your story. Have a great Easter, Charles Betts. 


Full of imperfection, unaccepted by the crowd
Creating such frustration you want to shout out loud
So many inhibitions, self-esteem at an all-time low
No one explores your beauty, ‘cause no one wants to know

You’re not the same as others though you struggle to fit in
The way they step around you makes you wish you hadn’t been
Your spirit cries for freedom. You’re trapped within a cage
This body you’ve been given. It’s so hard to stop the rage

No one gets to know you. Stopped by their first glance
You and they both walk away, neither gets a second chance
It leaves you torn to pieces, so much you want to share
Surely there is someone who is kind enough to care

Life for you’s been nothing. So much kept within your heart
Your list of imperfections has kept you set apart
Oh to live and love and laugh it surely would be sweet
You have never known it ‘cause you hide out on the street

People walk beside you, they simply do not understand
Why you are so quiet and you refuse to take their hand
They don’t see the imperfections. The only thing that’s wrong
Is that you won’t let them in. You will not share your song

Please do not be a turtle. Dare to step outside the shell
Take a walk with others, you will see that all is well
Make a friend of someone. Put your own list aside
Everyone’s got imperfections. You don’t have to hide

You’re just the same as others, and yes you will fit in
People will surround you and they will be your friends
Your spirit will know freedom when you step outside the cage
With the body you’ve been given. There‘ll be no need for rage

A poem By Charles Betts
August 30th 2006

Thank you Charles,  I love this poem and I wish a  Good “Good Friday” to you and my readers as well. Over the Easter weekend there will be another poem featured by Charles tomorrow. A previous guest writer, Yvonne Freeman has sent me one of her poems which will be posted on Sunday. I hope you enjoy both these talented poets! 


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