For the longest time my heart has been in labor
Words kicked and pushed
Cold sweat wetted my face
Sticky with sweat I desperately wished
For images to be born on already stained sheets
For the longest time I was pregnant with ripening metaphors
Slowly developing in my mind’s amniotic fluids
Double my weight I dragged myself around
Large with unwanted expectations
I tried to stand on swollen feat that had walked me
All the way to Eden and back
Weary I carried dreams fathered by strangers
I tossed and turned in my sleep still could not come down
For the longest time I searched for a name for
The cuckoo’s egg bedded in my soul
Destined to be born unwanted and unperceived
Demandingly ceaselessly growing inside of me
For the longest time I waited for the waters to break
For relieve of this alien burden
For the moment it would be visible touchable independent
For the cut of the umbilical chord
For it to be born
For me to be finally free
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.