My heart has been in a long winters sleep. The longer my heart remains unloved, frozen walls are erected around it.
It is not intentional, rather it is the result of being alone, untouched and carrying the heaviness of it all.
There is nothing glamorous about being a middle-aged post-menopausal woman, who dedicated her entire adult life taking care of others. I somehow lost myself to wife and motherhood, and have yet to find the woman within.
I do not know how to wake from this slumber. What I see reflecting in the mirror or when I glance at the empty space in my bed, it is nothing I desire for my heart, my life.
As winter’s weather settled on this particular morning, dragging myself into the car to go to the office, I heard a little voice inside my head. “Take a selfie!” Selfies these days are very few and far inbetween. Still, I listened to my intuition.
What I saw was not dull or lackluster rather a form reminiscent of a woman who carries light in her eyes. This was such a rare precious moment for me as I have only felt half dead for far too long.
This selfie is a reminder of the unborn universe I am within. Perhaps this heart’s spring is nearer than I feel.
Poetry of M 