Out of the haze of bewilderment,
A shadow appears,
The image of a strong woman,
With wise eyes, a knowing look.
She seems to be watching.
But no, she is beckoning me,
Telling me I am seeing myself.
"Remember who you are."
She smiles, turns,
Runs across an open field,
Up a hill, into the forest.
Wild. Free. Assured.
Me.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
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2 comments:
Love it! The poem is fantastic. And how did you get those cool pictures onto your blog???
What a beautiful self portrait!
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