The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
I Am Myself
by Amanda Worthington
He took me in his hands,
Marveled at how small and white I was
Ready to be filled by his breath
And full of him, I drifted across a cosmic sea
The broken God found me
On his evening walk
Through the gardens of healing
His fingers were rough from the act of making
…But also gentle
He traced the notes of secret music onto my flesh
And I felt myself sing
Amidst the green
Freed by the vibration
Of strings quivering
In sweet anticipation
I saw how his work exhausted him
And asked him to set me once more
In the foliage
And I promised to restore him
To his former glory
With the song he gave me
And so many worlds have fallen since then
But still others are yet to be born
And we were two tired things wanting peace
Please forgive us.
We found it at the cost of everything.
And it was worth it
Because new universes can be
I feel myself deflate as mountains rise
And oceans swell
I join with the atoms of our creation
And at long last
I am myself
Beautiful, positive — I can’t find the darkness in it, but I like it!
This is achingly beautiful – this line – “we were two tired things wanting peace” – so relatable.
I love this poem. Hearing you read it was even better ❤