I am the face of hope,
In the fast fading light.
I am the distant dream
Driving forwards, when the day draws to a close,
The Star-bright shining in a suburban sultry night.
I am the laughter and the tears, the fear and guilt and pain,
Felt by all the mothers before me, the broken and the humbled, the joyous and loving,
I am the seed, the seedling, the roots, trunk and branches.
I bear the fruit. I am the womb of time.
I am me, fifty and finally come of age, woman.
Alison Jean Hankinson
It is open link night #190 at d’Verse and so we are encouraged to submit anything we choose, this was part of something I wrote a while back, and I guess it is what I need to believe at the moment. Returning and coming home has been nothing short of gruelling, nothing has been simple at all. It has been a little like hurling yourself from a small cliff into a ferocious and stormy ocean. I have to know deep down that it will come right and that the storm will pass. To do this I have to peel back the layers and remind myself of what I believe I am and then slowly start to pick myself up again.
The image is Ellen and the tree- the second version…and my children are very much a symbol of what I am.
I am the womb of time….oh my goodness what a magnificent line! I am glad you have found yourself.
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Keep sinking your roots in Alison. This ancient land of ours is filled with magic and support, even if sometimes it’s inhabitants are not 😉
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Love this line: I am the seed, the seedling, the roots, trunk and branches.
I join you in celebration of yourself ~ Cheers ~
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Magical words! I enjoyed.
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I like the idea you present of being hope in the fading light. I hope your homecoming becomes less stormy.
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Wonderful, the repetition or the list is such an effective way of portraying a person or event (or both)
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Branching out like a tree from deep roots. Love it.
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Nice one, Alison! Especially the lines:
‘I am the laughter and the tears, the fear and guilt and pain
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I am the seed, the seedling, the roots, trunk and branches.
I bear the fruit. I am the womb of time.’
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I can’t tell you how incredibly touching and beautiful this is!❤️ You go, girl!! 😀
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Lovely journey of self-discovery Alison. Love your words and I am quite taken with ‘I am the womb of time’ too.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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This is so inspiring. 🙂
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You expressed yourself nicely. Good job.
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A beautiful piece of writing. ❤
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Many thanks. XX
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