My Life Poetic– Literally
I dove down into the wreck
And from its depths resurfaced
Headed into the oven, inhaled its fumes-
Yet pulled out in time
A synchronous timing of oxygenated insight:
The legacy left, an unintentional gift, from another mother’s plight.
Prepared with my flashlight gripped tightly in hand,
And clickity-click heels on my feet-
I un-quietly will find my way out of this night.
See, I have beaten my path on the roads less taken.
I travelled to Babylon, employed as a whore.
Acquired a cumbersome weight, and continued on.
Slouching into Bethlehem, I came to bore my fertile sin.
A “beast” they proclaimed when it arrived.
Still it was mine. I wouldn’t let go-
And I cradled my child close to my breast.