Friday Poem: Song For The Broken

Goddess 7It’s almost the end of another year, or at any rate, time to put up new calendars. Traditionally, it’s a time to take stock, and make plans – resolutions! – for the new calendar year. I’ve never gone in for New Years resolutions or celebrations – what’s a new calendar to me? Taking stock and starting over can take place any time at all, fortunately. Even when it seems beyond impossible…

Split off
Over feminised
Conflicted
Words words
Describe you
Circumscribe you
Cannot fill you in
Clouded
Hopeless
Emasculated
Time to run away
Burnt out
Faded
Imploded
Nothing defines you
Hours of madness
And joy
And despair
Joy & Woe
In the end
Emptiness
Quicksand to the neck
Dead sea

In the end
Something else begins
Begin again.

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