Making of a Woman

I know that abyss –
swallowed up as I was
punch-drunk on darkness

Bled as I emerged,
each reach a scrape –
there was release too

Revived now, I honour
that passage, recognize
the making of a woman.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton. Image my own.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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