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)
Well said!
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Oh yes!
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Is that ever a leap of faith VJ! Not for the faint-hearted. One day I hope to be that brave. ☺️💕
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Lol. Sometimes life forces such a discovery.
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But sometimes we don’t like that plan.
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That would be true, too.
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That’s been my experience, albeit learned the hard way.
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Yep. Agreed.
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This is so true.
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Hard to do though, lol
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