As a woman of thirty,
My
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Between my body and the wall was the space of the
Groaning Holy Spirit
The silent space between my heart and the wall
As my body would transform into the child
And turn over the requests in my mind that I
Could never verbalize
When I was that young, innocent
Flat chested girl who woke up in the morning
In a princess bed beneath an Oak carved flower
With drenched sheets smelling of urine
Lucky the cat beside me with her singed fur
(she had survived a fire)
And we understood each other,
Lucky and I.
In the closet with my hands over my ears
Knees tucked under me in my bomb shelter
Of darkness
The walls were safe, solid, immovable.
Their screaming voices echoed back to me,
And all I remember is the shaking-
Shaking the house,
Shaking me,
Shaking soul.
Breathe, I would say, it will stop
Eventually.
