Angela Dunning, poetry, personal growth, healing, shadow,

Casting out my troubles
My strength, my muscle
Onto men, expecting them to carry me
One and all
Each one a new prop
Awaiting my hook
Shadows grace
The ghostly-half
Bent of my body
Carrying my curse
The faint reminder of daddy’s pleasure
At what expense
My feminine soul
And the ground beneath my feet?
Daily I strive to stride in a
More balanced way
Bringing my rejected selves
Slowly back to their rightful place
Reeling them back in takes time
Yet oddly it feels heaven sent
My ancestors quietly lament
As I hold them dear to me now
Precious gifts to carry with me. 

Angela Dunning, 22nd February 2019

Art work “A Woman’s Shadow” by Balcomb Greene

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