Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Genesis 21: In Writing

At last I am full
to overflowing
swelled with blessing
that splashes in  laughter

but still she is here
that niggling loss
the hollowed circle
the invasive snigger

that says: not mine
that says: anyone
that says: replaceable

so I cast her out
to the desolate waste
I've wandered
to not see
as my eyes were covered

Until her eyes were opened
and his voice
replaced mine

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