what will the world give me
in return for my flesh,
my youth, hope, clarity,
for the light that now filters
through older eyes
that question,
doubt,
see.
and before the answer cameÂ
her eyes shone wet,
glistening
with the pain and freedom
of knowing
it mattered not.
her heart was not made to be closed
and so,
it broke open.
studiofey
this poem made me tear up. beautifully written.
thanks zoe. the poem and photograph tell michele’s story as a woman who has survived sexual abuse as a child. she is an inspiration and part of an exhibit i am working on. i’m glad my words do her justice.