The Confirmation
House of joy is where I sit.
Beautiful goddesses
Dance around in circles
With their big bellies.
I do not dance with them.
For I sit alone on a cold stone.
Dressed in black,
Veils over the eyes that weep,
For I mourn in the house of joy.
A great sorrow is stuck within
And it may kill me.
Even if it doesn’t,
And I come out of this war alive,
Something within is dead,
And I pray to be reborn.
Rebirth is the card I was handed.
This shall too pass.
And your spirit will rise.
Back into a womb where you belong.
I cannot wait to meet you there.