This is true


Hard headed

Stony faced

Woman

Bone strong

Bears the brunt

and grinds down

the days

determinedly.

Closer to life

herself.

Her hands in

shit, and snot,

and blood –

the stuff of

“Being”

Knowing her

Existence

rests in air

and food and

warmth and sleep.

That she cannot

be severed

from Earth.

It’s days, its nights,

It’s seasons and

It’s tides.

Decay and dark

corruption

of her body

will occur.

She moves

toward  them

eyes wide open

unafraid.

These are the

real things.

This is true –

Unchangeable.

Cold, sharp,

Flint – brained

Woman

feels her Self

in pain and

inexplicable

bright joy.

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  1. Raw, heartfelt womanhood lives in your writing ….I love the life in this……I stand in these same shoes~I’m humming along, then as this carries on….I am kicking my shoes off and dancing naked with you sister….thank you PollyWeaver, you move my spirit…..

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