Imagine befriending genius –
accepting social awkwardness
embracing habitual quirks as
incubation for enlightenment.
If I could strip down, release
preconceived notions, agendas,
lie naked, exposed, in shallow
waters, intimately entwined,
unencumbered by sexuality
or gender protocols, I would
shake this sensual impotency –
become one with creativity.
As my father, wounded, I
am inhibited by my feminine,
opting for compliance over
strength, a conditioned identity.
His mystery extends, flawless
sculpting, archetypal secrets,
pretense proclaiming normalcy,
usurping vitality, genius stifled.
One Woman's Quest 
Beautiful comment, Jan. Was is St. Augustine who said “rejecting the self is rejecting God”, yet we struggle on.
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Your poem beautifully expresses the frustration of our true self being squelched. What tremendous courage it takes to stand against our programming, but stand we must! And it isn’t available in one beautifully wrapped event, but in a daily recognition that we are, in our unique manifestation of the creative force (whatever that is for you), an important part of this world. Being who we were meant to be is vitally important to everyone we touch….no matter how much they may object!
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Hello! Your poem reminds me of Adrienne Rich in places, especially the second to last paragraph. I admire her work. Thank you for sharing your poem!
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What a compliment! I am a fan also. Thanks so much for your comment.
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