ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 116
Inward Journey
Mid-life illuminates a void.
Was it always there?
camouflaged
under children's needs,
household deeds?
Now a dry and dusty soul
festers into full-blown crises,
erupting
exposing
a vacant hole.
Panic grips the heart and senses,
"Fill it, fix it, fake it.
Make it disappear!"
0 Nurturing Woman,
burrow beneath the mirror.
Draw dawn from darkness-how does the pearl grow?
Tenacity,
the middle name,
resilience, the new refrain.
Peggy N . Weseloh
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