I Am Becoming
by Jayne Relaford Brown
I AM BECOMING
the woman I’ve wanted,
grey at the temples,
soft body, delighted,
cracked up by life
with a laugh that’s
known bitter
but, past it, got better,
knows she’s a survivor
that whatever comes,
she can outlast it.
I am becoming a deep
weathered basket.
I am becoming the woman
I’ve longed for,
the motherly lover
with arms strong and tender,
the growing up daughter
who blushes surprises.
I am becoming full moons
and sunrises.
I find her becoming,
this woman I’ve wanted,
who knows she’ll encompass,
who knows she’s sufficient,
knows where she’s going
and travels with passion.
Who remembers she’s precious,
but knows she’s not scarce
who knows she is plenty,
plenty to share.
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This poem continues to be an inspiration to me. I used to have it on a poster, complete with the artwork, but I mounted it on thin plywood and gave it to my elder crone as a gift after using it at my croning ceremony two years ago. Next week, I plan to use it as a Remembering at a Nonviolent Communication residential intensive training. Thank you for your contribution to peace and self-connection.