What happens when the feminine aspect
is covered in shroud
invisible unseen unspoken unborn
the Handmaid knows in silence
the poet weeps short verses
naked words made illegal
feelings broken and torn
dissociated so that when
someone asks
are you alright
there is only one answer
fine thank you
I am fine
don’t worry about me
as if
as if there is no voice
whispering through the eyes
of the homeless
and their mothers
until you discover
you were always alright
always you
beneath the layers
the clothes and costumes
designed to cover you up
from head to toe
beaten anytime your flesh
escaped the cloth of denial
the power so fragile
it is easily offended
demanding forever
until the planet is quiet as death
praising cruelty over and over
until the birds are finally silenced
forever
where no-one can observe
the change in climate
no-one can see the dawn
because the womb of existence
has been silenced forever
unless
the life line is restored
and loved
feminine and masculine
coming together
for the sake of
life.
May it be so … one day.
a very opinionated writer
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