The Final Cry

One single star reflecting upon the coal black water
Looking down upon a hand transformed
For one second it disturbs the silent reflection
Of long flowing black hair covering barren shoulders
Dark eyes stare back at the falling tears she's shed
A raven shrieks in the distance
Sight blocked by a prison of towering tree trunks
Leaves crunch underfoot, and a twig breaks within arms length
She can hear them circling around her
Closing in, their torches burn
The skin can feel warm displacement of heat
A breath upon her cheek
One dark droplet falls
Breaking the mirrored surface
Ripples cascade across the sky
Only they can hear the final whimper
Escape the lips
As she is finally freed
From the beast within

I am...

Apparently, it is quite difficult to force oneself inside on beautiful, warm, sunny days.  My computer lies untouched and neglected while I sit outside or visit with friends.  I know what some of your are thinking, "but, don't you have a laptop?"  Yes, yes I do.  However, have you ever tried to type on a laptop in the sun for an extended period of time?  My eyes do not appreciate exerting that much effort for something that should come naturally to them.  That being said, I do have an entire notebook full of  'great' poetry and prose that can be shared in the near future.  (If I can actually force myself inside long enough to type it up.)

In the interim, here is one for today:

I am...

...woman both gentle and bold

...a heart emitting love even through emptiness

...a hand held out when a step is too high to climb

...a smile sharing sunshine when the wind is cold

...the power of seeing the world through clear eyes

...made into the image of God

...Eve who comforted Adam

...Mary who refused to deny Jesus

...Sacajawea who guided explorers

...Clara who healed the fallen

...Harriet who laid the path to freedom

...Elinor who guided a country through despair

We are woman, both gentle and bold