Robin Pitt (August 28 1974 / Elko, Nevada, USA)

For so long I ran from her
From Death
I closed my ears to what she sang;
Refused her lessons
About life, about love
About what must die so I may live
I heard them naught

In doing so I wounded the Death in me
In my mothers and grandmothers
In my daughters and granddaughters
I wounded them all
Denied the power within us
Of Death, of Life, of who I am inside

But left so long at the bottom of the sea
Almost forgotten
Until a raging storm, least expected
Brought Death back to me
Now not whispering, but screaming
Forcing me to listen and to see
And I am no longer afraid