I Knew My Faults-Sarah Doughty

“I knew my faults.
And they always stared

back at me in the mirror.”

As long as I can remember, I knew my faults. They were engraved in my flesh, repeated so often that even I saw nothing else. I knew every one. Believed every one. I was every one.
I knew my faults when I was toddling around, learning how to speak, how to walk, how to cower.
I knew my faults when I began school. How I wasn’t smart enough, not social enough. How I was a target in school. And at night.
I knew my faults in the dark. I learned my best to do what was required of me, but I was never quite good enough. I knew what my hands needed to do, how my lips should stay soft, or how my hips were supposed to move with the right timing. After awhile, I knew those moves just enough to get by.

I knew my faults. And they always stared back at me in the mirror.

© Sarah Doughty

I Knew My Purpose-Rachel Finch

I knew my purpose
when little legs were
thrust apart,
foreign hands moulding my body
into a better fit for themselves,
shaping my form and my future.
I knew my purpose when they
took their turns and the skin on
my face didn’t burn beneath the salt,
but soaked it into every pore with a
remembering.
I knew my purpose when the
bruises painted my inner thighs
and even my silent lips couldn’t
hide the gospel.
I knew my purpose when the tears fell and
only the birds were listening.
Shades of hurt patterned my flesh and I was
already living in the knowing.
I would grow wings and beat them to the
sound of every whimper of a sister
and I would turn the betrayal into a war cry
for peace and justice

In Her Element: Lois E. Linkens & Kindra M. Austin

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(Kindra)
Stay the blade lodged in my back—
let the tissue heal and seal the
covenant.  
I am Woman,
unrecumbent,
and daggers only steel my skin.
 
(Lois)
the waters struck the cliff
and there i was,
chalked upon its rocky face.
sharp heavy things
chipped like woodpeckers, struck
their pointed heads against my crags,
but still i stood.
i wriggled my toes in the earth’s red core;
rough skin and fire
below the sky.
 
(Kindra)
Scale me, daring mountain climber,
with your fancy
seismograph—
go on, pretend the spirit of Woman is
something actually
measurable.
Taste my magma, and feel my resolve.    
  
(Lois)
my dust falls in clouds
in salt air.
the knock of you rings empty
across this blue horizon,
and still, i have stood.
 
(Kindra)
Stand in shadow of my marble,
and revere my perseverance—
I am monumental testament
of a woman’s strength.
 
(Lois)
white horses batter and suck
with the bright moon’s pull——
by six i have wet feet.
my sea-swept hair flies like wings,

as pink evening bends its knee.

 

 

Decisions- Eric Syrdal

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she, decided that today
would be the day
that the mountains bowed

she, just as powerful
as the force that drags the snow
down from their rumpled beards

she, who would reach out her hands
and mold her world
like a child’s lump of clay
carving deep valleys
in the golden sunlight
filled with crepe myrtle and pines
and the sweet singing sounds
of life, and joy and the happiness
of a heart, unshackled from the pain
of unknowing

she, was a rare and beautiful snowflake
who basked in the glory of the midday sun
and refused to melt


Eric Syrdal is an independent poet/author. He’s an avid gamer and Sci-Fi enthusiast. He enjoys reading science fiction and fantasy literature and spends a great deal of his writing time focused in those genres. He is from New Orleans, Louisiana, where he lives with wife and two children.  You can read more Eric’s writing at My Sword and Shield….