leaving mother’s milk behind
The Time Has Come
leaving mother’s milk behind
i cling to this life with determination
boldly seeking the right directions to take
while some moments require reflection
other times swift and decisive actions
i trust in the wisdom graciously shared
and my savvy rightfully gained
it leads me to side-step making poor decisions
those which would leave me flailing and without support
i am confident and fortunate
moving forward with staunch efforts
to achieve progress and healing
so that only love resides within me
until late into the early morning
fixating on the plights and victories of the past
rolling sceneries over and over in my head
savoring what went right
and things swerving wrong
overcome with the feels of discovering truths
not evident in those moments
the efforts in times of my silly, ignorant youth
unfold before me as i ascertain what escaped me before
the truth of who i am is discovered
i ask myself bigger questions
as i near my end
trying to predict what will remain into eternity
will i leave a legacy of uniqueness
perhaps inciting social awareness
or just gracing this world with beauty
my hope is positive contributions linger on
being touchstones for future greats
through impact, influence, and inspiration
for i know my aspiration
shaping dysfunction into being unimpaired
has to mean something
a path unchartered
multitude of outcomes
choose your time wisely
What a powerful piece highlighting the empowerment of women who reach maturity. Enjoy!
I am always working on my mind, body and Susi.
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you See #61
momma told me to shut up
never changed her course
me fighting against it
eventually giving in
becoming what she
and others wanted
evolved out of myself
i finally listened to the voice in my being
Faced with the hardships of life, we must go on.
Until my head jangles
Like a badly tuned orchestra
Once again men in black coats, move,
Stately, sombre, until
Struck my raw heart
My soul taken up, black
Was this day, until red appeared
That there is still life to be lived,
In the midst of which death
My face, swollen, weeping,
Telling me that life will live on,
It does, and death cannot conquer
That which lives for ever
Beyond the veil
You live in me, so
deep I neither hear nor see,
but know – you are there.
You have been there from the start.
In the gaps I feel your pulse.
I hear you in the
deepest silence, you are the
heart of my spirit.
links us all together like
hearts beat together.
The Witch Within
We are by Goddess
blesséd, she who lives within;
wakes the witch in us.
Reconnecting us to our
roots, chakras and ancestors.
Carolyn Crossley©TheVixenOfVerse has been a poet since 2002. She originally used poetry as therapy after losing her younger son to heroin. She now concentrates on her blog: backfromdarknesstolight.com and will publish her first anthology in 2021.
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