Buried, deep.

This was published once before, but circumstances in my life at the moment – in this Mercury Retrograde and Age of Aquarius moment – urged me to share this one again. It might sound crazy, but I think this is one of the most important poems I’ve ever written.

BURIED, DEEP.

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Note: OK, so having seen my lovely, foofy, unreadable font on the page (we won’t do that again, will we?), here it is in good old readable font.

BURIED, DEEP.

Trying on different lives to see what fit
I found my own skeleton buried deep
beneath a mound of costumes.
Crying, softly, as I remembered who I was;
And lifting my bones gently from their early grave,
I washed them clean and clothed them in myself.

 

Wendy Anne Darling  ©2017

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