Buried Alive

Taking the time
to find the motherless child
who ran away
so very long ago-

buried alive
the goddess within
scratches
& pounds
with knuckles
bloody
& raw
on the barred door
of my being

soul
dehydrated
split
& cracked
longing for the swollen teat
of my warrior woman
so
that i may drink
of her courage
& find my feet
to run
through the woods
wild
howling
drying my wings
so that i may leap
from the cliffs
soaring
courageous
through the darkness
to welcome
the dawn
of my rebirth