The Heroine's Wound: Blood [10 min free write]

The blood rises and falls

the blood rises

heady, heady

light, light

spin

falls

blood

pooling around my feet

around my feet

my roots

seeping into my roots

the soil

the roots

the ground

the past

history

my story

Blood

Family

Truth

History

Wounds

 

My blood connects me

Connects me to

what?

not my family

yes my story

yes

my constitution

constitution 

is written in my blood

rising and falling

hot and cold

cold and hot

true, true and false

made up stories

 

I’ve never thought about blood much.

5th grade track practice running in Riverside park

Depleted

Depleted bent over and empty

unable to run, to power up, speed forth

engage

I never thought about blood much

until that night

bleeding and open

not confused

mentally prepared for my rebirth

my womanhood

my entrance

 

unable to run

away

away from womanhood

by moving into 

an age

 

an opportunity

an opportunity

for birth

for regeneration

 

moving openly into cycles, into waves

waves and cycles

of truth and deception

of power and aggression

of sins and fellowship

 

Away from the mental/ Intellectual

into unknowing 

 

Blood mystery

unknowing

confusion

deception

community

 

white cotton

filling up with blood

with this cycle

with this past/future

now I am

free

and open

and clear

 

soiled 

full

tripping 

on blood.