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I have always loved the novel Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. This poem came to me as I was thinking about her desperation as she left Thornfield Hall and her own Mr. Rochester-the day after they were to marry.
Plain Jane
I walked the dirt road listening
For your voice to call me back
I waited for a dream to take me
Off that beaten track
I prayed that you could hold me
In your warm embrace once more
Yet I knew things could never be what they were
Before
Your face tortured my imagination
And I hated hurting you
But, what could I do?
My heart was breaking in two
So I had to follow what I knew
Oh, how did I forget my place?
I let myself hold onto hope
That things were gonna change
Oh, how did I forget my face?
You made me think I was worth something
But I am nothing
Nothing but this plain Jane
That night I begged for shelter
But noone heard my cry
And I told God if I had to live without you
I was sure I’d rather die
The muddy earth my bed, a rock my pillow
As I yearned for your touch
Yet I knew even heaven couldn’t give me that much
Oh, how did I forget my place?
I let myself hold onto hope
That things were gonna change
Oh, how did I forget my face?
You made me think I was worth something
But I am nothing
Nothing but this plain Jane
Even though you still may think I’m worth all your love
And even though I need you more than I can bear
All my life I’ve hid this passion that’s burning in me
So people wouldn’t see, all that they shouldn’t see
In the heart so deep inside of me
But now you’ve ripped it out, ripped it out
Oh, how did I forget my place?
I let myself hold onto hope
That things were gonna change
How did I forget this face?
You made me think I was worth something
Maybe I was worth something to you for a while
But I am nothing
Still nothing but this plain Jane
Oh, Mr. Rochester, come to me
Don’t leave me here alone
Though I know I can’t be yours anymore
Oh, Mr. Rochester, come save me
From myself
I’ve had enough of being nothing but a
Plain Jane!
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