My Own Emergence~ by Pd Lietz

I fiddle with the white of my hair
they remind me of streaks of lightning
changing the atmosphere
a new sense of power

the colour of proud crests riding
eddies upon this river, my life
I am fascinated, I keep touching myself
a visual witness to my own emergence

as an artist ~ is it my colour
as a woman ~ is it my time
as a writer ~ is it my story

stray auburn tendrils shyly tease
the frame of my face
I trace my temples and feel
the pulsating beat of my source

I want to protect all that it is
and all that it will yet be and whisper
well done and in the same breath state
let her buck buttercup

I smile and open the door

©Pd Lietz 2013

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