REBIRTH
Frown lines etch my face,
A testimony to the sadness
Of my soul too often in this life.
I could be stronger.
I could hold my place in this world
A little more firmly;
Reach out
A little more softly;
Kiss the depths of the dark song
Inside of me.
I could be more.
As the years catch up
With me;
As I hold on
Loosely
To my fading youth,
I see the woman
I long to be,
The woman I am meant to be.
Self-possessed,
Powerful,
Loving.
I see my failures,
Scattered,
Fallen leaves,
Their time past.
My soul aches for victory;
For a coming home
To the temple of myself.
I wish to be the very best of me,
Of every woman
Who yearns in the night for solace,
For power,
For the death of regrets.
I long for a world
Where I can dance to the rhythm
Of my blood
And sing the soot off my soul.
Until I am pure again,
Until I am new,
Until I am reborn to the flesh
To do it better this time
Than I did the last.
(Copyright 2018, Catherine Lee Cunningham)
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Love,
Catherine
Muses & Mirages 