I remember the layers I've peeled from women
- t-shirts, dresses, secrets and fears.
I remember the passion, the exploration
and discovery.
- t-shirts, dresses, secrets and fears.
I remember the passion, the exploration
and discovery.
I have known women,
loved well by some,
left for dead by others.
There are those who have taken this me-lump of marble,
chipped and shaped to a pleasing form.
There are those who fell into my skin
to wear as sheep's clothing.
If you think I have forgotten you,
I have not.
Each of you pass through,
pushing through cells,
clattering doors and windows,
left for dead by others.
There are those who have taken this me-lump of marble,
chipped and shaped to a pleasing form.
There are those who fell into my skin
to wear as sheep's clothing.
If you think I have forgotten you,
I have not.
Each of you pass through,
pushing through cells,
clattering doors and windows,
eyeing, spying each other,
eyeing, spying me
from the inside
out.
-Gillian Cornwall, c July 1, 2012
2 comments:
I love this poetry. So meditative. Strong imagery at the end that I think anyone who has ever lived will relate to. Thank you <3
Thank you for reading my work and for letting me know your thoughts. I truly appreciate it. I read your comments shortly before a public reading of my work and this bolstered me!
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