This was written some 20 years ago in High School. It is my only attempt at poetry. Succinct is not in my vocabulary.
It is naíve and not fully realised, but the sentiment is real. I had considered posting this earlier, but… The efforts of the new BC poetess laureate Kate prompted a decision to do so.
The Journey
By Kristina.L.S.
The twin mounds on my chest and the furrow
between my thighs mark me as woman.
But this was not always so.
For I was born with a body foreign to me
With parts that did not fit
and feelings opposed.
The road to truth is hard
But where else could I tread?
With false starts and years wasted
Sorrow grows as resolution slips away.
But focus the mind and trust in your soul
And whatever spirit guides you
will lead you to the path you must follow.
As you place one foot in front of the other, step by step
The obstacles and barriers will fall away
Until you reach that place you are meant to be
Become the person you have to be
Be true to yourself whatever the cost
For to be whole at last is worth it
I am marked as woman
I wear them with pride.
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How many here have felt these feelings...
...sadness - Sorrow grows as resolution slips away. Or have been this brave? Be true to yourself whatever the cost; For to be whole at last is worth it. You, my dear, like many of my friends, are brave, and I have nothing but admiration and respect for you. I am so glad I found this tonight. Thank you.
She was born for all the wrong reasons but grew up for all the right ones.
Possa Dio riccamente vi benedica, tutto il mio amore, Andrea
Love, Andrea Lena
Thank you all
Thank you Kristina for this lovely bit of verse.
Also, thanks to the staff at BCTS for bringing it to my attention via the Random Solo feature.
Rosie
Rose
It's about the content...
Kristina,
It's about the content. You were marked as a women since birth. It is just who you are. It's only the cover that has changed to announce to the world what the content really is.
Beautiful. I'm just sorry it took me so long to find and read this.
hugs,
Arwen
Midnight Skulker
I don't know how I missed this little gem, and I rarely comment on poetry, because much of the time it is very personal to the poet, but this one....well, it connects,
Joanne
5olos strikes again
That's a couple of new comments on this little thing and a another few elsewhere, not to mention a bunch of daily hits on other solo pieces. Nice one people and thanks Erin
Kristina
Wonderful
Thank you Kristina. Lovely and thought provoking.
Poetess Laureate? Oh my, I think not. I have not been writing poetry very long at all (February of this year I wrote My Friend - first poem ever), and it has simply been a vehicle for me to express emotion.
But I am so glad you posted this - it's a wonderful poem.
Kate
"While the rest of the human race are descended from monkeys, redheads derive from cats."
Kate
"Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes." William Gibson
wonderful...well?