As I turn the corner from what has been a most difficult year, the creative juices are flowing again.
I wrote this poem and dedicate it to every woman who has lost track of herself somehow.....
"Healing"
Slowly,
So slowlyShe emerges
blinking in the light
That has become so unfamiliar
Petals fold back
One by one
Sometimes catching her unawares
That laugh!
Where did that come from?
So spontaneous it was out before she could stop it
Her mind returning
Her face uplifted once again to the warming sun
New ideas forming
New thoughts
A creative self put away on a now dusty shelf and almost forgotten
Who is this creature?
The knowing is there
Buried,
Suppressed,
Pushed out of the lightShe emerges
The features become more clear
As the mud settles to the bottom of the pond
An acknowledgement
Of one she knew before
She's older
More mature
Still learning the new ways
A celebration of the old
And the new
Can she forgive herself for the years lost?
They were valuable in their own right
A lesson
To herself
To impart on those that follow
Come back to the light
Welcome its warmth
Let it enfold you in its arms
It will heal
And leave you calm in the knowledge of yourself
