Sunday, July 24, 2011

The Woman

At night
Lying in bed
Cradled in the womb of darkness
She tells herself
‘I am a woman’...
But if someone told her
‘No, you are a girl’
She would believe it…
For a moment
Before her senses
Honed by womanhood
Keenly remind her
In flesh and blood
Of the aching inside
And the relentless tide
Where time’s river flows
Through her heart
Tearing apart
The girl from the woman
And the light of a dream
From her eye…


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