in November
I reach for me
into the depths
of where I first wailed
and clenched my fists
kicked my legs
and gulped the strangled air
to become
a fighter
but mostly a lover
pulling others to me
for my heart would
fill to the very brim
with care
ah yes, I would
become the affectionate giver
constantly wanting
to heal, to nurture
and embrace...
but in November,
in the dusky month of November,
I reach for me
-Les'Nspired
