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.)
Wow….I am inspired..this was deep
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Thanks so much!
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“Bled as I emerged,
each reach a scrape” – the whole poem is gorgeous, VJ β€
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Thanks Sunra!
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The image is stunning and it pairs perfectly with the title and poem.
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Thanks π
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You wove your words superbly in this piece! Brava! I hope you and Ric are feeling better!
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Thanks Eugi. We are enjoying the restful interlude post Christmas.
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Most welcome!
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Hi V.J. Always grateful to come out on the other side, full of hope for new beginnings. Happy New Year to you and hubby. π
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Yes, we must honor that passage, whatever form it takes.
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True! Thanks
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful words! β€
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Thanks π
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