Birthing Self
Blossoming I break forth
from a cocoon of old beliefs
and limiting forms I once held dear.
Did I shed a tear?
Nay, a thousand maybe.
An ocean of disappointments and disillusions
drowned me.
’till I realized I was the ocean.
I caught a current,
and drifted until
I found the song lines of a whale
and followed her.
My heart set sail.
Dove to the depths and confronted my spirit
No comfort there –
raw honest heat
blinding light
truth hurts when you dare.
I found silence and the roar of the heavens echoed in stillness
inside
love cannot hide.
I emerge.
Queen, mother, bride,
inside now outside.
©2004 Ann Albers | Please do not reproduce without written permission
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