(Poem) Each Day, I Howl by Mary Saracino

Photo by Mary Saracino

My heart is heavy

sorrow is rooted in my cells

I weep, remembering what they did to my

great, great, great grandmothers

burned them at the stake of dogma

to silence their voices

erase their uterine knowledge

control their lives,

eliminate their sovereignty over

body, mind, spirit.

And now, this, in the 21st century,

the inquisition

returns to eviscerate us again.

I howl at the moon,

at the stars, the sky,

the astonished

faces of my sisters.

We weep together.

A dirge erupts from our

open, wailing mouths,

our eyes burn bright

with rage, with grief.

The trees offer solace,

the birds sing

bearing gifts for my weary soul,

providing guidance

in these troubling times.

They console us, telling us to

remember our power;

they cannot kill us all, they affirm,

even though they will try.

There is strength in resistance

there is power in our numbers.

In sisterhood, we must never

forget that we have a right

to love, to live, to thrive

to overthrow all that oppresses us.

Together.

Forever.

We must trouble the troubled waters

and wade through the roiling storm

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