I am sitting here
with what looks like
clean knife wounds
down in my gut.
Five of them,
signed up for.
a master surgeon.
better than I did,
this knife fight
that I was having
with my karma.
the time of allowing myself to be
stepped on, whilst the stockpile, that became a
rock pile, of manifest frustration in my gut increased,
well, that time is over, and completely done with.
Good riddance to bad *******, sez I!!
One more lil' ole gall bladder bites the dust, and
even though there is this funny feeling of something
kind of missing, way down there in the middle of me,
it's just a phantom shadow, and I really don't need it any more.
We are, as Shelley said: "The unacknowledged legislators
of the world." - Yes, folks, my brother and sister poets. Us.
All of us.
The word warriors.
The ones who wield words every day,
even when we are not writing
on the outside,
we are all
on the inside.
We are, always,
Dedicated to all of you, whom I have missed reading and being with in these months when I wasn't well and wasn't here, and was working too **** hard in the middle of it all - no doubt like many of you!
And to my friend ***, who saw the knife fight
for what it was, and gave it a name.
And lastly, and very much not least, to my awesome surgeon, known amongst her fan club as Dr.Z.
©Elisa Maria Argiro