AS . WOMEN
our lives should not be lived as an apology...
for the shapes our bodies take:
the weight we have gained, waxing full as ripe fruit,
waning to thin skin,
with the passing of time.
for the hurt we carry or cause...
for what has been lost to fire
nor what has been salvaged from shame...
but. still. breathing.
i have spent years half-loved by my own heart.
unmothered by my own hands.
but. even. still,
guided by the gift of light that you all shine.
this is for women who sing so others may find them.
-zena carlota pearl ©2018