This is a poem that I had been working on for the past month or so. It was something that I couldn't finish or maybe even wasn't supposed to get "finished". Maybe it'll always be a work in progress. *Shrug* Who knows these days....
The Mother Tree
With...
Big lips. Thick hips
A smile like the Sunrise
she announces to the world
"I was born today"
Her name:Vigilence
Her scent: Aspiration
Looking up and out to the sky
She holds steadfast to the echos
of Spirits and the fight
to ease her soul and dry her tears.
With the pleads of mothers and daughters
Sisters and aunties
Grandmother and sister lovers
she breaks
the temptation to despise herself.
Her essence: Tribulation
Her destination: Salvation
Knowing that when she walks she carries
the heavy burden of a thousand lifetimes
of regret.
Because she's lived every one.
The wrong word to say.
The wrong way to look today.
The wrong way to act.
The refusal to fight back.
Be it fight back the tears that could even
wash away the sky or the
hands that creep up her thigh to
Conquer what temporal invaders say
"This shit is rightfully mine".
Or the nobility etched from the finest onyx
that bathes her skin in the softest
Midnight the world would pray for a chance to see.
One that grazes her with the meaning of life.
Or was that heartache?
Either way she continues to find herself
whispering to the Mother Tree
that somehow gave her breath
as the roughness tickles her spines
and combs her hair.
So the leaves with their tender laughter
they dress her so that her soul
Reads: Eternal
and yet her eyes
Radiate: Defiance.
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