I wrote this poem when I was discovering my feminine awakening… I realized how much we, as women, go through rituals to burn what no longer serves us. It's necessary to sacrifice parts of ourselves to keep us whole. I was deeply inspired by our monthly moon cycles. Even though I mention my "eye" hurting, it represents other parts of the feminine body. Artwork by Shelley Sage Heart Sacrifice by Elizabeth Tsung Some days my right eye disappears into the walls of tangerine Leaving the other to dance alone as it hunts for the dark and unseen It blinks in zig zags with uneven beats to find where it hurts as I pray and I weep My belly churns to anchor me down so that my eye can finally feast on the broken and desperate places that need to be released. Elizabeth Tsung is a writer and poet living in New York City. Find her on Twitter @elizabethtsung ~ If you are interested i...
Women's Spiritual Poetry