witness

and one white dove

A poem by Aisling | 10/15/2007

(I wrote this after my first vigil outside an abortion clinic, this past Saturday...)

the wind cutting a hole through your flesh
through your bones
a hole through your heart
and your insides tremble, numb
you stand on the edge
somewhere behind you, your world
your life
shrunken now
into sound and fury
signifying nothing
signifying something so great it cannot fit
inside of you

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