A Postcard of Frida Kahlo

Everyday her eyes, dark as sorrow,
burn into my red belly,
burn into the soft depths where
I hold my passion and words,
my artist and imagination,
my power and my vision,
my courage and my voice
they burn into the finest version of myself,
into the god that holds me tightly
and celebrates the intricacies of all I am.
And her whisper, low and determined,
carries in it the same message
wrapped around the memory of Sylvia Plath--
take your life in your hands,
break it open and let it spill out,
cup your brokenness in the palms of your hands
and love it as a mother loves her newborn,
let all your sharp edges rip the night apart,
let the soft beauty of your soul
ignite into the fire you were meant to hold,
do more than spin poetry from experience
learn to live it fully even with the fear,
find forgiveness,
become a student of grace,
burn it down and rebuild it
better than it was before,
do what we couldn't.

Comments

[Chelsea Talks Smack]

BEAUTIIIFULLLL

[Sam]

Oh, yes. I l-o-v-e this one. Very powerful and packs a wallop. This one may go in my new journal, it's THAT good, baby!

[Georgia]

"let all your sharp edges rip the night apart,
let the soft beauty of your soul
ignite into the fire you were meant to hold,
do more than spin poetry from experience
learn to live it fully even with the fear"

*sigh* Sooooo beautiful.

The photo is beautiful as well.

[JanePoe (aka Deborah)]

Visceral and evocative. Brilliant, JP/deb

[Jennifer (she said)]

This reminds me of the way I feel when I listen to Virginia Woolf by the Indigo Girls. It's beautiful Michelle.

[gkgirl]

this
one
speaks.

i love this one.

student of grace,
the parallels between the
soft, the motherhood, the newborn
and the fire, brokeness, the sharp.

i really liked this one.

[Frankie]

Another gorgeous poem! I love the idea of becoming a student of grace. Beautiful, just beautiful.

[megg]

wow.

"take your life in your hands,
break it open and let it spill out,"

all I can say is wow. You gave me goosebumps.

xo