Woolf
Pockets hold my burdens
…. Each cold and heavy
My means to nevermore… forever
Not death but journey anew
Voices visit me without face
I struggle with fear
Not of the faceless voices
Merely with the faces that speak
…. with no voice unto me
they speak
Callous judgment
Those indignant bitches…
I go to where beckons me
Those before me
That have walked
Trapped… confined…
Prisoner of their sex
Silenced and condemned
I go forth slowly
This path I choose
This path that delivered once
… my freedom
When this path chose him
Water of life eternal moistens my soul
The voices rejoice
… I know not which…
As it surrounds me
Profound peace floods my mind
Drifting off
I know not where
My burdens stay with me
But…
Voices I do no longer heed
~Arnold Bailey