Poem: Headache

I’m my father’s divisive prize,
With my mother behind his eyes.
As he breaks open the night,
She split his darkness with light,
and I joined the world as The Wise.

12-13-2011

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Posted on 2011/12/13, in Athena, Divinity Known, Limerick, Poetry, Poetry Forms, Spirituality. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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