“Who you really are is not lost. You do not have to go find her. You just have to remember.” – Grit and Grace
An Impression
falling to my knees in cushioned drift
I seek to wonder at my willfulness
when that is not my most endearing quality
even characteristic of me
amidst clawing reality
battles and battlefields won and lost
seceded trials and stoic traits
when is enough enough
when did you surrender when ever
was there a banner to wave you did not
is this any less a march to war
within me lie braver souls than I
done more heroic deeds when was I
Joan of Arc or any goddess saint or sinner
more worthy of being known
for what they are deep
beneath crust of ice and slush and mush
a greening ground waiting
patient upon patient foot by foot
nothing more than been real
ice crystals in crisp air slap my face
make me look up and step aside
for I am worthy beyond my ken
beyond my ken
beyond my ken
I throw myself down leaden still flat out
then wave my arms in utter acceptance
there is more of me than I know
make of myself sharp tracing
an impression sunken in
a snow angel
©Carol Desjarlais 1.8.22
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