Dry Land, a poem

Posted on by stacyeliz


 I am just a woman, standing in my gown 

asking to be enough for this night

I want to feel beautiful, not plain

Do you remember 16, firm flat tight

I’m softened now, worn even

Battered and stretched and faded

Not by time, but mothering

Brutal, harsh, barren this land I walk along

But because  I love, I tread on

Day in and day out

Night in and night out

Tread on, I must

I sleep without dreams, eyes 1/2 open

They’ll need me

They do need me

I am their God

They want to worship now

But why 3 in the morning 

I am just a woman, standing in my gown

asking to be enough for this night

Written by: Stacy Johnson

1/22/19

2018
2019

Published by stacyeliz

Writer. I write to discover who I am. 📓Enneagram 4/sx, 🖤 (wallowing in my self-induced darkness is where it’s at, yall🎉) Gemini♊️ Lover of Humans, especially those that I created. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Rebuilding after deconstructing from fundamentalist Christianity. ☯️Lover of paganism, pantheism, Quakerism, the Divine Feminine, and the Stars.🔮💎 Depending on the day and moon cycles, I’m landing somewhere between atheism, agnosticism, and universalism with faeries and gnomes. 🍄🧚🏼‍♀️Reader of all the things.📚 Avid Skeptic and Questioner without solid answers. 🔍Homeschool/public school enthusiast, former public school teacher, current homeschooling mom✏️Unapologetic 🏳️‍🌈 Ally. She/her pronouns. 💜Believer of Science. 🧬Wife of a damn fine man, damn it-the boy is FINE. ♋️🤣Grateful to be here for my moment on the timeline of life. 🌳

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