Writing

When You Are Thirsty

Like a new day dawning
Morning dew glistening
The rainbows of light glimmer through my windows
at sunrise

I take a deep breath
I exhale
I am at peace

To dance wildly and intimately
With my pain
As it continues to haunt me
As it pounds on my door,
And to know truly
It is only being distilled,
Purified,
Transformed–
This brings me great joy.

This distillation flows through my veins
Down into my womb
Out of my body
Into you:

My children.

Drink.
It is pure.

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