born not without form and substance
reflecting pristine light of creation
a unique gift to the world

I faded into days and weeks
lost in the circle of unwinding years
shadow woman, lost and found

hidden, secreted away in darkness
forgotten resurrections multiplied
within the solitude of my soul

I am the cradle of life, candle of love
pregnant with promise of new breath
giving birth again to myself

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