Published January 1, 2023
by Giorgia Beavers
(Astoria, New York, USA)
I will put my weapons down
Enter a womb of silence
That will guide me
I'm tired of me
Feeling so hard
With a heart so hard
Thought I softened it last night
In the hot tub with candlelight
My heart is hard
And my lips tired
Head full of bandage
And womb cold as steaming water
I'm scratched and shattered
I will lose pieces
To find myself whole
In a manifestation of a self
I have never witnessed
Giorgia Beavers: I am a mixed child of love. A military brat and a whole lovely adventures person.
This poem is included in Poetry World #5, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in NYC Poetry Magazine:
Sailing to Sanctuary
by LindaAnn LoSchiavo
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