Walking in the Dark
When I was young, wild and carefree
I could feel me.
Then came lovers, finding my purpose, a husband and
Beautiful children.
I packed her away to meet the call
To honor my children
To be a good wife
To be of service.
She did not rise again till my 40th year.
Out she came slowly with power, grace and strength
Though I resisted this turning of age
And the transformation therein
It was a useless battle,
One I was not set to win.
Like a crow seeing my reflection in the mirror
I fought with myself
Pecked her back
That girl of yesteryear
Afraid of her torque
The intensity of her fire
Not wanting the burning again
Fearing being consumed by the Dark.
Much too much surprise, this turning of time
Is toward the light.
No need to fear
For her fire is for
Love.
~Lori Ellis-McKinney (2013)
