The woman currently abiding
within this costumed realm
is merely a lethargic version
of the once vital but oppressed
Miss, whose identification
was stolen by means of
unsolicited adversity.
The focus of this recanting
is to invite a perspective
that not only restores, but
aids in the teaching of other
shadow-selves, that to reassert
original nature is more than fair.
(A quirky rant for Reena’s Xploration challenge: a stolen identity ; and Eugi’s weekly prompt: shadows. Art my own)
Does the moon envy
sun’s glorified reign –
(gender inferred)
Sons were sun
in my family,
we women lunar
Father straddled
the two – a secret
we fought to suppress
Fluidity of pronouns
non-existant
in formative years.
(Image my own)
Travel East
in search of self
Half family extends
unexpected warmth
Is my identity here
with stranger-brothers?
I contemplate pausing
surrendering to other
But this is sleep-walking
the distance still remains
Journey has no end
till soul has purpose
and wisdom relieves
the wounded child.
(Submitted for Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt:identity. Image shows an old house with wrap around porch in monotone. From my personal collection.)
A satiny bed awaits me,
pearly white, with a prop for my head,
indigo drapes offering privacy,
comfort for eternal rest.
Today is a good day to die.
Yet, I wander,
in search of self,
I travel the highways,
seek respite in rest stops
along the way –
Tim Hortons,
souvenir t-shirts,
no place to settle.
I look for myself
in overpriced
boutiques
promising originality,
reeking of pretentiousness,
I remain restless.
It is only in your distress,
as I pause to lend a hand-
help you fight your demons-
that I forget my own condition.
It is only in selflessness
that I am whole.
Today is a good day to die.
One Woman's Quest 