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Valli Poole


This poem bleeds raw
wide open
equilibrium broken
vulnerable as a
woman caged struck, stuck
in love
marriage is a sentence
not a life
as angels weep
the fight is on
fight her conditioning
from within/without
prone as she is to lose her  self
dignity, career
passionate desire lines
thick as her palm -read
life line strong,
not always true
there are breaks! tributaries,
dead ends that
re-start up after a gap – when
she is FREE of love
free of the bloody body
free of men
her true self, her moonlit
trajectory re-asserts itself
in her empowerment