image © jennifer summer | 2013

her dream self is wrought
with a bursting bliss pain
earthquakes splitting her in two
life eager for escape
but she is alone in the darkness
her cries ricocheting off impenetrable walls

and so she rises up, on her knees
goes with the tide
hands reach down and encircle the head,
spinning the globe inside her palms
molding a civilization, genesis
seeps between the valley of her fingers

she pulls her free and understands
she had no choice but to become this story’s heroine.

© jennifer summer | 2014