God,
did you
pluck me whole
from rib of your own,
built of brittle bone
that flatly refuses to
bow, bend or break?
I
crush self,
defined to date
in world of male,
against faith’s stiff,
stony shore: I, a
woman bleeding.
Drained
of strength,
I thrust upward
weakened arms, reach
for self, lost in man,
only to find myself
again in You.
Copyright 2002, Dawn Richerson
Art - Digital Designs by Dawn, Copyright 2002
The link below will take you to Dawn's published passion-powered poetry e-chapbooks. You can also search at this Amazon address: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-form/104-5294762-4489535/creativerevoluti.
Kimberly has gone from a well-paid female executive one minute to a desperate woman the next. Thinking her day can't possibly get any worse, she finds out how wrong she is when she goes home. The only way to set things straight is to get even.
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