Been healing from surgery and slowly working on my second book but today is Wednesday and that means doing nothing but reading comics.
Is it over—
is it done, am I
complete, am I whole
did it all go well…
has this craving heart yearning
find peace at last, or a sliver a day—
expectations and faith reshapes
by the searing glory and pain
of vulva’s swell,
of sutures yield,
the capacity for us to mend,
O’ brave heart
is there wholeness now;
divining the integrity of finality in labia’s spell?
Still recovering from surgery but mean to try and keep the creative juices flowing, the poetry coming. Additionally, the kindle/e-book version of my book is free until April 21st. Check it out if interested by clicking the link below.
Mother’s gentle morning nudge
it was not, but my vision lifted
from medicated sleep to the tug of change.
I felt power in the cold wash of white light,
in the sound of my pulse,
in his hands manipulating my flesh like clay,
and I sought news from nameless eyes –
floating nameless eyes, their eyes
watching mine smile against arctic shivers
I got nervous as they surrounded me.
Smiles of reassurance as they shepherd me into
Sweet sleep and shivering awakening. This day I dreamed for
longed for, hoped for when I am reborn and know wholeness
in the land of maple delights, and savory poutine, where self
was fully realized.
And the snow was white, the air crisp. Newness burgeoning, on the cusp, awaiting this thaw to unveil rebirth.
It’s bloody cold..
Left my sunny island home for sunny but kinda also cold, Florida. In six days I will be moving on, flying elsewhere…towards a new chapter. A Rebirth.