For so long I ran from her,
From Death.
I closed my ears to what she sang;
Refused her lessons,
About life, about love,
About what must die so I may live.
I heard them naught.
In doing so I wounded the Death in me.
In my mothers and grandmothers,
In my daughters and granddaughters,
I wounded them all,
Denied the power within us.
Of Death, of Life, of who I am inside.
But left so long at the bottom of the sea,
Almost forgotten,
Until a raging storm, least expected,
Brought Death back to me.
Now not whispering, but screaming,
Forcing me to listen and to see.
And I am no longer afraid.
