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| ''The Weaver'' by Lauren Raine |
The
story of my life is unravelling before me,
No
premeditated form for me to mould myself unto
Blank
canvases await the swirls of my sweat and blood
The
fight of forgetting who I never was,
A flight to a freedom found in the cosmos that is me
A flight to a freedom found in the cosmos that is me
I may have not known of
such a possibility before
Never
heard of realms where it is not squeezed out of me;
This life force
This life force
Always
falling short,
In strife I was to trust
In strife I was to trust
But
the story of my life is unravelling before me,
I learn to inhale and exhale as an infant just born
Crying to the tune of holding space for myself by being held,
It is not pain, but relief,
A safety just for me
Fashioned to my very needs,
Wounds I now know with certainty will heal,
A quenchless yearning turns to a realised desire
In finding words long searched for –
I learn to inhale and exhale as an infant just born
Crying to the tune of holding space for myself by being held,
It is not pain, but relief,
A safety just for me
Fashioned to my very needs,
Wounds I now know with certainty will heal,
A quenchless yearning turns to a realised desire
In finding words long searched for –
In
a creation tailored to my own flourishing cells
When
I need reminders I create my shrine,
Bathing in reviving ritual
Fertility for my dreams and existence fully embodied
Bathing in reviving ritual
Fertility for my dreams and existence fully embodied
A
throne of exploration and the ecstatic heights of knowing aliveness
Intimate wings that always lead to familiar safety at the crux of my home,
My body
Intimate wings that always lead to familiar safety at the crux of my home,
My body
She
reminds me of the she I am, I was and always will be
To
walk right into the dark
And entice myself out, bring it all to the surface
To be seen,
A heavy truth is lifted,
Gifted to my inner child,
Devoted to the future that lives and breathes in me
And entice myself out, bring it all to the surface
To be seen,
A heavy truth is lifted,
Gifted to my inner child,
Devoted to the future that lives and breathes in me
A
web of my own energy where none possesses me but me
Spinning nets of nights spent basking in the glow of a waxing moon,
A love fest in the making, solely for one
Spinning nets of nights spent basking in the glow of a waxing moon,
A love fest in the making, solely for one
Not
a trap down the way of disenchantment, but self-trust
Unfiltered
sands of truth are told,
I take myself back
I take myself back
Oh
the sheer pleasure,
In realising-
In realising-
The
magic is me,
The life I seek and have long hidden from is within.
The life I seek and have long hidden from is within.
A poem from the upcoming Girl God Anthology, On the Wings of Isis: Reclaiming the Sovereignty of Auset
Lindsay goes by the Nom de Plume ‘M^h’; mind ‘to the power of’ the heart. M^h is a Creative Writer who often refers to herself as a truth-seeking, soul-searching storyteller. She believes in the power of words to perceive, create, and destroy all forms of life. Ultimately she is concerned with the human condition and this is evident in all its forms in her work. Her work that allows her to somehow feel a thing or two, deeply, without judgment. To speak when no one else will.
She has recently debuted her Poetry Chapbook of this nature, titled, simply – Human Nature followed up by another provocative collection; Of Lilith and Delilah.
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