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What It Takes?
A daughter, a wife, a mother…
Learning right and wrong
What it takes to be a daughter
Learning servitude and to be true
What it takes to be a wife
Learning to nurture, hold, and then let go
What it takes to be a mother
What it takes to be…
A daughter, a wife, a mother.
By Athelda Ensley
Timeless Voices,
Copyright © 2006 International Library
of Poetry
Eight
Do you know who you are?
Do you know what you are?
I wonder this sometimes
What is the purpose of this life we lead together?
Simply a hand touch
Or the feel of the sun on your face
Sand and the beach
Memories that only fade if you let them
You have been running for a long time
Flesh and bone have joined
Fear has become ice
Hesitation, paralysis
You are better than this
You can hear me when you close your eyes
My voice echoes against the walls
As you sit in your room
The walls open up and there is fog
You can use your hands to build
You can use your hands to fight
Some of your enemies exist inside of you
The rest are smaller than they appear
They are just shadows
Blink your eyes and you will see
They use smoke and mirrors to scare you
And be careful, objects are closer
Than they appear
Slow your breathing, I have said
Sit with me and relax your muscles
As you sit next to me, close your eyes
And feel the power of the silence
Breathe, close your eyes, breathe
It is only a dream; lay your head
And your heart in my lap
For when you awaken, I will be there
Do you know what you are?
I wonder this sometimes
What is the purpose of this life we lead together?
Simply a hand touch
Or the feel of the sun on your face
Sand and the beach
Memories that only fade if you let them
You have been running for a long time
Flesh and bone have joined
Fear has become ice
Hesitation, paralysis
You are better than this
You can hear me when you close your eyes
My voice echoes against the walls
As you sit in your room
The walls open up and there is fog
You can use your hands to build
You can use your hands to fight
Some of your enemies exist inside of you
The rest are smaller than they appear
They are just shadows
Blink your eyes and you will see
They use smoke and mirrors to scare you
And be careful, objects are closer
Than they appear
Slow your breathing, I have said
Sit with me and relax your muscles
As you sit next to me, close your eyes
And feel the power of the silence
Breathe, close your eyes, breathe
It is only a dream; lay your head
And your heart in my lap
For when you awaken, I will be there
By Kailah Ensley, All Poetry 2015
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