A Woman Alone In Her Kitchen
The Way I Woke Up One Day
For years
Four years
It was the words in her heart
How not to fall
How not to drown
Teaching lessons of strength to herself
By falling
By drowning
The wetness of rain
The heaviness of truth
The weight of her wounds
Healing lessons for her Self
Patient and quiet
Wordless and silent
Hands in the dirt
Feet in the field
Cooking breakfast alone
The walls collapse inward
And suddenly the kitchen
Is the castle
Wide open and concrete
Sending signals north
Waiting for the arrival
Pretending nothing hurts
Because nothing does
It is another lesson
Do not let them in
Keep the mask on
And the kid gloves off
Treat them all as your own
Your own lovers
Your own heartbreakers
Your own golden healers
Falling into the pond of gold
The lake of grey
The river of green
The rushing water beneath their feet
Loud
Wild
Angry
And free.
About the Creator
Yess Bryce
Currently halfway through my Creative Writing degree with Oregon State University, in an attempt to leave the cooking and farming world of work. Newly hired as a Contributor to Edible Magazine! It's working!
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