A very close friend of mine challenged me to do this …
She dared me to share one of my recent poems. At first I was hesitant. I explained to her that my poetry is not usually spiritually uplifting. This is because I only seem to write poems when I feel the most tested in life.
Writing a poem can be a cathartic experience for me. It helps me process emotions. It also illuminates them. Poetry is the way I’ve entered into dialogue with my own inner struggles and aches, ever since I was a child. So, my poetry, I told my friend, may not be the kind of poetry that people enjoy reading. And writing poetry is a very private process for me, I told her. “So what?” She said. “Share it anyway!”
My friend pointed out to me that every day I share the poems of women from all over the world on this blog, but that I rarely share my own. It’s true. Since I began this poetry project, I’ve published close to 600 poems, and only eight of them have been mine. And, I have to confess, that I later deleted half of them hoping no one would notice. Yes, I erase my own voice. Ironic, I know. Tonight, however, I meet my friend’s challenge and share a poem of my very own, for a change.
This poem is about vulnerability. As a highly sensitive, empathic woman, I sometimes feel as if I am vulnerable to all the changes happening around me, from the phases of the moon to the monthly cycles in my own body. Whether it’s a shift in the outer cosmos or the galaxies within me, for me, these changes are sometimes marked by a bit of existential anxiety: times in which my self feels shaky. This poem chronicles one such time.
by Catherine Ghosh
Waxing moon, waning sleep
I sift reality
through a hormonal sieve.
Swelling breasts, shrinking calm
My fringed soul
is mocked by the dawn.
Birds sing, the owls go mute
fuels my internal disputes.
Rising orb, descending fears
my parachute rips
before courage appears.
Welcoming tangles, yet shunning the thread
Only scratchy conflict
turns with me in bed.
Dispersed pieces, fragmented light
I am slices of being
hiding from sight.
Snippets of person, scattering about
Connecting the dots
I murder my doubt.
Ambiguous identity, solid theme:
Before I start to bleed
I always hear my soul scream.
Moon wanes, sleep grows
Now I slip into the center
Where peace flows.
|Pictured is the author under an ancient Live Oak tree, Alachua, Florida|
Catherine Ghosh is an artist, mother, and editor of Journey of the Heart: An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry by Women (Balboa Press, 2014) and Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women's Poetry (Golden Dragonfly Press, 2015.) As a practitioner of Bhakti Yoga since 1986, Catherine co-founded of The Secret Yoga Institute, together with her life partner Graham M. Schweig, through which she develops teaching materials for yoga workshops. Her meditation videos have been shown at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, DC, and she has served as a contributing editor for Integral Yoga Magazine. Her writings have appeared in The Interfaith Observer, Mantra, Yoga & Health Magazine, Namarupa, Rebelle Society, The Harmonist, The Tattooed Buddha, Bacopa Literary Review and others. Catherine is passionate about inspiring women to share their spiritual insights and honor their valuable voices. She lives in a rural setting delighting in communing with nature, quilting, crocheting and writing poetry, among other artistic activities. You may visit her on her website, or connect with her on FaceBook, Twitter, or email at email@example.com
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