The Song of Leaping Doe

"i'm not sure how my feet work yet..."
“i’m not sure how my feet work yet…”

I would like to share some of my poetry with you:

The Song of Leaping Doe

I lie my weary body here

on Your soft blanket of green,

giving my burning bones to the mighty oak that will sprout

here-in the cradle of my rib cage.

may my sorrow die here, on this hilltop where I lay,

the images of death forever shuttered by Your clouds.

let pour Your rains and blow Your winds, Mighty Father,

may my skin nourish this earth that gave me birth.

sink me deep into the blackness of this dirt, full of insects

that feed the mighty bear and her cubs.

let the sun come up to warm my patch of ground,

bringing flowers to draw butterfly and bee.

and as they dance in Your sun’s rays of hope,

may Your heart kindly remember me.

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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