White blood pours from my veins
Mother's milk that wets
the ground around me with
the taste of love and sacrifice.
It is a river
without notice
barely a whispered sigh
in anyone else's landscape
but it is my great divide...
Many pass by
but I have been fully baptized
in the deepest current
and realize they can
never understand
my struggle.
I am a creature of the depths
who understands
the shore
is
for
others.
2 comments:
This is a powerful poem. I'm impressed that you are so multitalented! I also wanted to thank you for playing at NMC's Women's Winter Luncheon last Friday. Your music and voice were beautiful and invigorating. We got many compliments on the "bonus" of having an opening act. Thanks so much!!
Angela this was beautiful and very thought provoking. I am so proud and excited that you are a part of the Spirit of Motherhood project, I couldn't have found a more talented person.
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