As most of you know, I love to write. Blogs, journals, poetry, fiction, research, you name it. It's time for me to start sharing some of it :)
I am the loving mother of many,
the defiant daughter of the city.
Like a motherless child I beg for another,
someone to love me and hold me
so my weeping can be heard.
A shoulder to bury my face in;
a face distorted by childish fear.
Yes, I will be rocked to sleep -
my chest rising and falling in rhythm.
As the city moves, my tears fall to the ground;
they fall behind and are forgotten.
The blanket of night ecompasses me.
It brings warmth to my tattered soul.
The seconds progress and I awaken -
bright eyed but my head is pounding.
Vivid colors of grass and flowers,
my mind races to take in my surroundings.
I breathe in.
Let the sun penetrate my naked shoulders.
Stand up in this empty field -
put on my game face to take on the city.