A Woman Grown

My light whispers to me

I am a woman grown;

Called beyond waters I have not yet known

Wisp of mist display secrets I have not yet shown

And grasp at my ankles crying on my own.

 

How best to tell because of you- I am happy.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

upnorthdavid

Wonderful poem with a bit of mystique to it. Read it twice...I like it!

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