Those
broken shards,
*scream*
those brittle,
bright blasted shards
jagged and hungry and
so shockingly absent.
They yawn with full belly
and ravenous soul for more
death, more hurt, more
*unlife*
but I have them
in my sights, now.
I shall throw me down
on my sister’s wounds
I shall bleed my heart dry
with balm from Gilead and
I shall cry out
in constant consolation
from her inward parts
while our
Strong Soldier Sisters Stand
round about us outside and ringed
in winged-woman-might
and tender hearts
so knit,
so tight.
And in
your death place
I find
life transcendent
And in
my own
your laugh rings
so resplendent
we will survive
our screams,
our tears,
our grief
and rest together
in Mama’s Sweet Relief.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Wonderful work as ever, and I love how the structure seems to coaslesce as it reaches a conclusion. It feels almost as if those broken shards from the beginning are being reassembled.
*Charissa claps happy that this was recognized, thinks Elli is one sharp cookie!*
Oh how I hope…
Yes…and walk with chin up, head high, and a big F you to anything other, fully intentioned to wholeness…
the both of us sisters, heading to Mama’s table
“…but I have them
in my sights, now.”
In. my. heart.
Thank you ❤
Always, Love…
Always
❤
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