Mistaken Zygote

by Jill Osburn

A hard-earned letting-go.
The hating.
The denying.
The suffocation of the soul.
Confused by the ungained ground.
The exclusion from wills
and the delayed notices of death
did not confound enough to abandon the attempt.
The confusion, the tears, the questions.
They remained, but were never satisfied.
Unexpectedly, to the conscious mind, but not surprising to the Deep...the Woman spoke.
The ancient tale of the Mistaken Zygote.
The path she was wanting now followed without guilt.
The Yaga’s lessons are ready to be learnt.

Currently living in the Pacific Northwest and studying for ministry in the Episcopal Church. Poetry is an extension of myself.

Last updated November 04, 2015