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I'M PREY by Catherine Ghosh

I don’t consider myself a very elegant or graceful griever at all…

Instead, I seem to let grief hunt me down like an owl would a defenseless mouse as it attempts to cross a meadow on a full moon night. What follows isn’t pretty: talons tearing into flesh, a sharp beak tugging at bloody fur. 

For me, letting go can sometimes feel like being skinned alive. The following poem was composed about a year ago and is a tribute to my grieving process: the very necessary slaughter of the mouse in me, so that the winged-one in me can eat, and ultimately fly. 

I’m Prey
by Catherine Ghosh

My pretty freedom is tinged
By the tenements of grief
That hem it in
With blood stitches
Spun from my heart
On a self sabotaging dawn
That lets nocturnal birds of prey
Peck at the dreams
Of my former self
And scatter trails of intestines
Where there should have been flowers
From the barren earth of my soul.

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 FaceBookTwitter, or email at

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  1. Beautiful. I feel this too, the grief that holds back my freedom, that I still need to walk through completely.

    1. Yes, grief can certainly act like an anchor, Anne. I know this well. It is easy for me to become impatient with the time it take me to move through grief completely. Sometimes I think grief never fully leaves us. Instead, we just become more adept at coping with it. Somehow, grief exercises our hearts in ways nothing else does, I have found....even helping us live more fully, ironically enough! Thank you for sharing. xox


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