Origin

 

Just underneath the surface of my shame,
I can feel a pulse nibbling

Yes, life eats at me,
raw, difficult to digest

I am an anomaly in the process,
I am a diseased mark on my name

I sleep on shoulders for I
am a burden to endure

I am filled with boulders,
yet I stay afloat

The water is pure,
so it rejects me,

lukewarm & unsure,
I am spit out

from a mouth of venom,
& beneath a death shroud,

a premonition,
I become a free-spirited woman’s

product of prophecy,
& I spend my life

trying to shed her skin,
but her sin won’t leave me

 

© Jennifer Patino (2018)

 

 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. “I spend my life
    trying to shed her skin,
    but her sin won’t leave me”

    This really resonates with me. Your poetry is very beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks so much ❤

      Like

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