Theme: Conflict

Growing Grace

Sometimes I let slip
the credibility cover
and turn my surface
inside out
to winds
that blow all over me
opening pores,
touching raw flesh
and nerves
to brazen ecstasy.

Then I draw back
into an oyster shell,
growing in grace
day by day -
big, secure and shining
to adorn the ring of life.

One day
the blowing winds
pass by my side,
and don't touch me at all.

31-Dec-1969

More By  : Dr. Uma Asopa

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