LUZ
today
mirrored
my hurt
to me
transmuted
that
from
in womb
and
not womb
something
so fixed
until
a moment
of
a mirror
unetched
it’s scars
off
my internal
flesh
it
polished silver
into
my
hoping heart
it
was
a
beautiful
reflection
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Beautiful poem, Abelucia!!!!
Oh–such strong emotions and images. Perfect title.
The movement of this is really interesting, at first contorted and tortured, but then it feels like scrubbing, burnishing, cleaning. It’s almost hypnotic.