New Creature
She shrinks back
Speaks of herself in third person
Wound still tender
Bleeding gash
I am me but I am not me
I am close to the I Am that made me
Full of good intentions and gifts
Close enough to feel His breath on my ear
Folding into His heartbeat
Losing track of my own
Such triumphant loss
I am becoming the me He saw in the womb
Before the wounding
I am becoming
She shrinks back
Speaks of herself in third person
Wound still tender
Bleeding gash
I am me but I am not me
I am close to the I Am that made me
Full of good intentions and gifts
Close enough to feel His breath on my ear
Folding into His heartbeat
Losing track of my own
Such triumphant loss
I am becoming the me He saw in the womb
Before the wounding
I am becoming