what I came forA Poem by Miss Christine
it’s easy to forget what I came for
the one true thing I know
I’ve forgotten already
the power of my voice
the strength of my body
the gentleness of my own touch
these things I take for granted
every day
my breath comes regularly
and I take no notice
it’s as if I am not breathing at all
so that when I hear the sigh of my own breath
it is a profound surprise
it’s easy to forget what I came for
but it is always there somewhere:
the breath
the touch
the power
the one true thing I know
and am always discovering:
my breath
my touch
my power
I look at you
peaceful, open, sacred
and choose to be reminded
you are a lighthouse in the fog of my forgetting
it takes courage to look
it takes courage and strength
and a deep and simple willingness
to see myself
this is what I came for
this voice I rush to quiet
this body I so often disagree with
this power to choose my life
it’s easy to forget what I came for
but the remembering—
it opens me
it embraces me
it swallows me whole
the remembering becomes me
I brand my name on my own skin
with the fire of my remembering
I am what I came for
© 2008 Miss ChristineReviews
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Added on February 6, 2008AuthorMiss ChristineTNAboutArtist, Poet, Explorer, Creative Type My writing, like my paintings and sculptures, tends to be expressionist. I mostly write from personal experience and often write from the point of view of the.. more..Writing
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