Tuesday, November 22, 2011

From Rosh Chodesh Tishrei

You who create
Hold me as I struggle
To birth myself
I am red with blood
Wrestling to come free
Hard painful work to be born
Twisting, turning, being pushed
Wriggling to come out
From the warmth, from the shadows of what we know
To light, to air, to a new world
Coming into my own
My birthright

There are many births
Each resembles the first
And each is different
In each we struggle
To become more free
From that which binds us in
That we might become more of who our soul is
Sing our unique song that only we can sing

- Vicki Hollander

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