Circling Creativity
By Jeanette Gallagher
I am the I am waiting to be born
Still connected to my mother's womb
Attempting to leave the breast
That holds no milk for me
Waiting for contractions to force me
From constrictions of a crowded belly
Circling within spirals of creativity
Afraid to enter the chaos of being
Scared of being swallowed by a vast void
Of stillness so sacred filled with such joy
Where soul whispers let go just be
Know the I am, the I am of me
Fearing in the universe within
I will find all I have to offer
Are empty circles posing as words
That expose the impostor in me
Jeanette Gallagher's poetry appeared at vox poetica in 2009 and 2010. Her most recent poem, Seasons of a Mother's Hands, appeared in 2010.
Wow Baby! You will be born a beautiful poet. You sucked me in immediately and I was born with you.
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What a beautiful thing to say, Jeanette.
Thank you for your lovely compliment.
Jeanette Gallagher
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You are definitely not an impostor! I love the circle imagery. Very nicely done.
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I appreciate the compliment so much, Bobbie. Thank you, thank you!
Jeanette
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