(This poem came into my head 10 years ago, but I didn’t know it was about Jane Grey until my guides told me. It was a painful poem to ‘hear’, and to write. I had never heard of her before so I wasn’t sure why I was given it, but it felt like it represented all women, oppressed and used by men for their own purposes and beliefs.)
Do it Quickly…
Do it quick and easy, her eyes pleaded as she knelt in front of him;
his sword above her head, poised and ready.
Do it quick and easy, so that I do not have the feel the pain of your fear and anger as the sword’s blade cuts through my flesh.
Do it quick and easy, so that my mind is freed of all your dogma and corrupted beliefs;
So that I can be free of this world and its poisons, its hatred and joylessness.
Do it quick and easy, so that I may experience love again, in some other world, far away from here.
Just one cut, one slashing pain and I will be free.
You think you are hurting me?
No, you are hurting yourself.
Trying to protect yourself from what you have been taught to fear.
Your sensitivity, your love, your heart’s fullness.
What is there to fear in love that you have to destroy it?
Answer me that.
Then make it quick and easy so that I too may know.