NEW DAY OF MY BIRTH

Dedicated to LOVE REVEALED

I created the jungle

and morphed into a hidden place

where spells

or self discipline 

couldn't protect me from harm.

In the morning

when I was awaken by an alarm

I simply died again

knowing my path made me feel lost.

Why did I wait for an arc angel

and was I thinking

that a man’s majesty would save me?

I stand in front of a mirror

and the tears

roll down from my eyes, coughing

wondering

where my breath has gone. 

If I am just one of a zillion women

then why

are my suffrages all about loneliness

and why did I think

of being co-dependent on another?

I command the pen

and if my ink were red

than maybe you would understand

I write in blood

for I have attributed my anx.

How do I begin

and what tools will I need

to reestablish my fractured interior

for new windows

and a new vista to raise me again?

Bandaids

cover my toes for I stumble on fulfillment

conscious

that it is all coming back to me

making me the woman

that I always wanted to be.

Now that I found my hidden self

I will find the joy

of flying a kite and break the string

for my destiny runs parallel to me.

I may not know the future

but I do know

that now is the time to repair myself

and in

the ingredients of these difficulties

I will rise as a new woman.

A better and more profound me

will become the estate

of Gods mercy and handheld affinities.

My head

was held low to the ground

and no matter

what beauty I thought I possessed

I could not raise my head again.

A fishermen from the sea

landed on the shores of my life

and assembled

the tools to help me forge my cast, and

in throwing the net

to the awaiting spring of fish

he fed me from his catch.

To my Soul

he has written these things

professing Gods love to me.

The power of God

is so alive and all around me

welcoming

the new day of my birth.