An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
I know that abyss –swallowed up as I waspunch-drunk on darkness Bled as I emerged,each reach a scrape –there was release too Revived now, I honourthat passage, recognizethe making of a woman. (Making of a Woman first appeared here, December 2021. Image: self portrait in ink)
One Woman's Quest II 
And then one hopes for the strength to make some changes.
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Isn’t that the truth!
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🙂
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I love the words and the art!
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Thank you!
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Acceptance sometimes nestles in with a bit of surrender too.
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It does!
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I know that shift, yes.
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😊
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