I wrote this poem in one full breath... I don't think I exhaled until close to the end of it. An acceleration of the world's intensity came over me. I see it coming over people who don't want to feel it, or don't know that's what they're feeling. Poetry is not just the beautiful or the swaying melancholy of a rainy day. It for all release, all process. It is alchemical in that it can turn rage, turmoil, constriction into freedom. It is cathartic to speak the unspoken. My lungs drop in and open to take in a deeper breath. My heart unfurls to find love sitting at the center of even the most swirling storm- calm, steady, unwavering and anchored. Part of Being Human by Leslie Caplan It's part of being human, right? This crank, twist, lock-up of body, mind and fucking soul, it's all part of it So human all the loss of youth and love and the drop to knees that death brings So human Can't get more human than this aching, nerve-s...
Women's Spiritual Poetry