Monday, January 9, 2012


calls in greeting with the bright full moon   
dances in my blood with the flux of hormones   

recognizes my fears and delights in them   

throws back her head and laughs with glee   
dashes from neuron to neuron in abandon   
stops my heart with an iron grasp   

catches my breath and won’t let it go   
haunts every night with racing thoughts   
creates possibilities out of mist   

ebbs and flows throughout the months   
curls in the pit of my stomach like a knotted rope   
holds me prisoner within my mind   

Artwork from

Copyright 1999 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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