I wrote this particular poem way back when I first started my blog (about 8 months ago). I posted it but it was when I really had no-one reading my blog:( So I decided to re-post it. I love this poem because not only does it describe me perfectly...but it comes from a place deep and rich with truth and vulnerability. It really just poured out of me...does that ever happen to you when you write? When it all just seems to come out as if it already existed in some other place? In those rare times...magic. Here is the poem...this is who I am...sometimes...
Who am I?
I am jagged in places, broken even...
Soft as velvet in others
Lush with life and longing.
In some places I am lost, uneven
In others I am shiny
like newly-minted gold
like a crystal clear diamond or a ray of sun in June.
Sometimes I am drab, gray, homely even...
But sometimes I wear the moon in my hair, stars in my eyes and I SHINE with a magic and a knowing
In some places I am shut off,
in a dark place...bitter, angry, sad.
Sometimes I am crippled, hopeless, fearful.
I fly I fly I fly
I soar like a thousand winged birds
A peacock-indigo-with feathers spread out
Full of grace and love and life.
A flower...in full bloom.
This is who I am.
(baby pic of me)Okay...I just came across this baby pic of me...I was about 4 or 5 years old. It was taken in a photo studio...on Church Street...in Pietermaritzburg (it says so on the back). I remember this shirt exactly. It was a favorite of mine; deep rich purple with white hand embroidery in a traditional Indian design. All these pieces of memories fitting together like a puzzle of who I am. And check out the bowl haircut!! Do you think Tara looks like me?