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SILENCED CIRCLES
Books lining closet shelves
Hidden from a traditionalist
each containing keys
to open minds...
How long can I hide?
Never able to honor the
Goddess
That is my image
Because of the primal fear
of my other Mother
throwing stones like she
has before.
Candlelight vigils
secret ritual, so uncomfortably
mysterious, is what
I have resorted to.
Words, ancient and
ever changing roll off
my mind's tongue
silenced by akwardness.
Joyous celebrations of
the cycles of the moon,
Smothered.
Strangled by another
who prefers to deny her
daughter's spirit
than to discover who she is
Circles danced in moon shadows
--forevermore shadowed--
such saddness and frailty
I hold now;
Apparently
I worship her demons.
Books lining closet shelves
Hidden from a traditionalist
each containing keys
to open minds...
How long can I hide?
Never able to honor the
Goddess
That is my image
Because of the primal fear
of my other Mother
throwing stones like she
has before.
Candlelight vigils
secret ritual, so uncomfortably
mysterious, is what
I have resorted to.
Words, ancient and
ever changing roll off
my mind's tongue
silenced by akwardness.
Joyous celebrations of
the cycles of the moon,
Smothered.
Strangled by another
who prefers to deny her
daughter's spirit
than to discover who she is
Circles danced in moon shadows
--forevermore shadowed--
such saddness and frailty
I hold now;
Apparently
I worship her demons.
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Wrote this in my American Gov. Class.. sad but this is all so true. I wonder if you know its about my mom and me? Hmm.
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