Every agony and ecstasy
Every pulsing, beating, breathing
Moment
You are a poem.
Your body beloved
Is Hallowed.
Sometimes broken or bent,
But always remember this,
Always Holy,
Always Healing.
You are becoming.
You are a poem.
Made of earth, of comets
And collisions
A violent beauty at birth.
Your cries, your voice,
A sacred song.
Each unseen defeat,
Each anguished faltering,
You gather and rise up—
A Battle Hymn
Written on your skin.
You are a poem.
Jennifer Preston Chushcoff is a word nerd with a Halloween heart. She was born and raised in Southern California and continued her trek north after attending UC Berkeley. Jenn has been frolicking in the woods and water of the Pacific Northwest ever since. She’s an award-winning author, artist and Master Gardener with work in anthologies, journals and children’s books. Her nature-inspired art appears in galleries and private collections. Jenn is excited to connect the South Sound community and has enjoyed watching CC rise from the waters like a mighty literary kraken. Stalk her: www.byJenn.com. Say hello: contact@byjenn.com.
