Girl with flowers
Standing in the sand
Up to her hips and
Plucking petals
"Do you love me?"
They turn to seeds
And she flings them
In an alchemy like
Lightning striking sand
Making of her glass
Gold
I am uncivilized, strange, and wild
I will not be a silent obedient child,
Will not bend to patterns I know
And paths I left for safer roads.
I am a woman in my own right
Bloodied by my courageous fig
Where are the words to put to my wisdom?
I have tried, and thought they were heard. Written, and thought I wrote well. How do I inscribe the page with all the strength it took To get through every da
Here I have people think I want to be alone That shelter in place means I don't want company Here I have people who don't see these days of my years So lonely I'm driven and driving to tears And here