I truly feel that it is pulling me both deeper inside and then pushing me outside of myself and I
feel the pull to become someone different, to do something different with my
life. I have gone deeper inside than I thought possible, and I surface in
waves, finding bits of poems and drawings like souvenirs on the journey. This
is a time of becoming, for me, for us, of creating a beloved community and the
only thing I can compare it to is giving birth.
The Quickening
by Shannon K. Lockhart
my
heart beats
into
that in between space
where
my not-quite-words reach out,
beckoning
me
to
shape them into a
communal
significance
i
sense the tingling
spark
of important
my
muscles arch and tense
even
as i try to smooth out the
undercurrent
of expectation
the
moment is now
the
birthing is happening deep inside
my
heartspace-
i
feel
new
life
pushing
an
almost
overwhelming
force
of
necessity
to become
my
tears soften and
open
the shape into
growth
i
close down
into
almost-lost,
paying
attention only
to
the swirling inside me
unaware
of the
sharp
moans seeping out
deep
breaths
punctuated
by timeless
suspension
of
unknowing
waiting
bearing
down while
sinking
into the waves
that
reverberate within
i
am oblivious to all but
my
own quickening
the
stirring pushing
molding
contractions, i
almost
slide my whole self into
the
profundity but
the
outside tethers me to real
and
the moon
brings
me gently into the
pulsating
cycle
of us
~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~
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