I squint into it walking home. |
There is light again.
Blue skies, birdsong,
In my mind's eye I stretch, bend
make possible
do, create
enjoy, hold strong, am able.
But in this light I feel all.
I am strong, flexible, able
and there is light again
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The neck betrays the crow in me
the woman waiting within
my grandmother's
elongated cheeks.
My shape betraying waning fertility
even if I like the comfort of covering my limbs
it has to be said is obvious.
There is light again.
I see the thinness of my skin
through the dust on the looking glass.
In my minds eye I pass through
deserts and mountainous lands
to fulfill dreams and potential.
through the dust on the looking glass
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In my mind's eye...
potential and now, to do, to engage, to see, to not hide.
To deal with, to be kind yet persistent
strong without force.
To overcome every obstacle when possible
All in time.
And for now:
And for now:
Do, did, done... ...
My neck betrays the crow in me
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I am strong, flexible, able
and there is light again
a stretch
a little every day.
Anja Bakker
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