Poetry · The Self · Women's Room

An Opening

I need you to stay still -

Blink once
Blink twice
But don't avert your eyes.

I need you to sense what's coming -

Hear the sirens
Just beneath your feet.
Tremors and smoke;
A thousand falling ashes.

You've waited for this -
You deserve this. 

Brace yourself
For that which is arriving -
It's Her you've always known;
Welcome.


Welcome yourself
back to life.





daena de guzman | 2017
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