heart

Persephone

Knowing something about the fullness of the world's sadness

and the fullness of the world's joy,

I don't know how to proceed

Nobody acknowledges a walk through fire,

still I run torched and sputtering,

laughing, let my mouth spill garnet seeds

I could be spring's wet rupture under a blossom moon

I want the momentum of birth after

a thousand deaths, I want to do

what I'm scared to do, to do what I love

to follow the embroidery of blood

mapping my grandmother's voice to where I have not been yet

The key to resurrection is to re-member

remember pain shooting through you wet and tender,

agonizing in your growing, the heart sharply green in its need

You never know who will split your darkest seeds,

and draw light from your eyes

Remember we are golden benevolence,

like spare change angels,

we all pocket some redemption

give in to one thirsty kiss

kneel at your heart and drink

--Ellen Crow Vodicka

Finding the contradictions in life

opening

deconstructing

building

accepting