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WHAT AM I BECOMING? by Julia W. Prentice

This one was written during an online course entitled "Writing the Womb" lead by Isabel Faith Abbott…

The prompt was "What am I becoming?" and a description of the birth process of myself as a writer was the answer. The words describe how it was to both be born as and becoming a writer in my own right, without censure or limitation as to the outcome. 

What Am I Becoming?
by Julia W. Prentice

These words are pregnant,
Heavy, gravid
Swelling outward
They weigh upon lips meant for kissing,
But are never spoken.
Forced upward through constricted throat
They hang like breasts, full and pendulant.
They bulge,
Expanding to the breaking point
Barely able to be released
Crowning toward the page
Spilling out
Each raw phrase
Exhilarating, terrifying
Cried out from newborn mouth
Birthing a new me
My womb has carried them
For countless days
Much longer than nine moons
And now they have emerged
What is just now becoming?
My voice, my growl, my howl
From deep inside
The ripped-up psyche
Creating something new and whole
And, as new mothers often do,
Gazing in wonder
I recognize myself

Julia W. Prentice: A deeply feeling Cancer, Julia has been writing since her teenage years. She is the mother of three sons, has successful careers in teaching children, interpretation in sign language and assisting persons with mental health challenges to find their own paths to recovery. Living with her love and partner of over forty years has brought contentment and much fulfillment. She writes like she breathes: incessantly, some in ragged gasps, some in whispering sighs, some in mighty shouts. Always she is driven to write. Recently after taking a women’s online writing course she has heard the universe telling her to share her writings. You may find them on her blog "A Shooting Star" here



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