Inside Myself Poem by Ann Stanley

Inside Myself



I’m not a frightened forest child
Or prey that peeps around a tree
I’m not a plant that waits for water
I barge through the river and rouse up the sea
I am made of soil and timeless spirit
Thrusting my nose in the humid earth
Craving the eternal moving minute
Wild inside my sacred self.

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