For My Sister, For All Sisters...A Tribute to Women's Day.
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I awoke this morning to my
sweet sister’s voice
Calling out, pleading. small. meek.
I can’t ever forget, sitting on the edge of her bed
How she lay herself down in my lap and said:
I’m afraid of life.
And my caress formed an arc over her body,
Curving my spine, draped across her back.
A willow for her to lay beneath
While the blackest cloud unleashed its misery.
I would now be her tree.
Planted there
As long as she needed me.
Laden branches soaked in her pain
And we set for the coast
i ran toward the shore,
crying out to the Sea:
Take my sister’s pain unto thee.
She came with a northerly gust and swallowed my breath
She wailed,
I wept.
The Wind took this great sorrow
and cast it to the rocky shore below.
Suicide martyrdom upon salty stone.
The Sea raged and washed the bitterness, the spite, and despair
as she came crashing in -
Thunder - like a thousand wild horses
upon the ocean’s surface.
And when she returned to me,
that Wind filled my lungs
with the healing breath
of salt-water air.
Holding her now in my arms,
I whisper in my sister’s ear:
Warrior.
Lover.
Inspirer.
… leaving my breath upon her shoulder,
and the Saltwater Goddess watching over.
_______________________________________________________
christina julianna
january 10, 2010
Calling out, pleading. small. meek.
I can’t ever forget, sitting on the edge of her bed
How she lay herself down in my lap and said:
I’m afraid of life.
And my caress formed an arc over her body,
Curving my spine, draped across her back.
A willow for her to lay beneath
While the blackest cloud unleashed its misery.
I would now be her tree.
Planted there
As long as she needed me.
Laden branches soaked in her pain
And we set for the coast
i ran toward the shore,
crying out to the Sea:
Take my sister’s pain unto thee.
She came with a northerly gust and swallowed my breath
She wailed,
I wept.
The Wind took this great sorrow
and cast it to the rocky shore below.
Suicide martyrdom upon salty stone.
The Sea raged and washed the bitterness, the spite, and despair
as she came crashing in -
Thunder - like a thousand wild horses
upon the ocean’s surface.
And when she returned to me,
that Wind filled my lungs
with the healing breath
of salt-water air.
Holding her now in my arms,
I whisper in my sister’s ear:
Warrior.
Lover.
Inspirer.
… leaving my breath upon her shoulder,
and the Saltwater Goddess watching over.
_______________________________________________________
christina julianna
january 10, 2010
