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.
(Making of a Woman first appeared here, December 2021. Image: self portrait in ink)
I especially like this last stanza.
“Revived now, I honour
that passage, recognize
the making of a woman.”
Perfect for stepping toward the new year.
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Recognise every word! The artwirk too.
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*artwork
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VJ! I love the image.
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VJ this is a very evocative and poignant poem.
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