I have denied my purpose,
a vessel for a child,
a vase for the fruit of my love,
a center, a universe,
all women move toward
their own re-creation, resurrection
in the form of
a new life.

Here from my volcano, this goddess, Pele
puts out her fires forever,
I am now, and ever will be nothing
but the potential, Spring beneath the surface,
Persephone looking up
through the dirt,
she will never rise in me.

Mother, Mother, your Nature has
not bestowed on me the whim.
I am unfilled. My purpose unfufilled,

an empty glowing chamber, blood red, unused.

02/27/2004

Posted on 02/28/2004
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