Fierce Warrior Mother
Sword and dagger, fists clenched
Against the world’s injustice
Run into the flames when others
run out.
Sharp barbs fly from acid tongue
Defending and offending alike
Bristle and shoulder against the storm
Endure it when the brimstone rains.
But also, wounded healer
Living with losses that leave
glacial craters
Untouchable places and unloved
faces
Barely breathing sometimes.
Trying to embrace the grotesque
The inner wretch that sees no
light
The pressing madness at the
window
The burden of all that truth.
Some people can only handle one
of me
They choose sides, adamantly
demand
That I be only that-an avenging
force
Or something they can save with
love.
I live on the dancing edge of the
coin
As it rolls toward uncertain
ends.
Balanced with laughter and force
of will
A world of wonder in my hands.
4-15-11
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