Sight
The scales fell from my
eyes, and as I looked
in the mirror I saw myself standing
tall, defiantly,
as a winter daffodil on
pillowed snow,
as a wildflower growing
between the cracks
of old bricks, as a joyous, tender,
newborn kiss; wondrous and worthy and whole.
Even the mind, ungloved
and wild, whispered
Amen.
Claire is someone whose body is at dis-ease with itself. Chronic pain and disability are her daily companions and it is through nature and words that she tries to make sense of the world in which she lives. With articles published on such sites as 'Tiny Buddha' and 'Having Time', she strives to help others negotiate the often harsh realities of life with chronic illness. Through her poetry, she explores universal themes of love, grief, perseverance, hope, faith, peace and time. The natural world permeates many of her poems and is the foundation on which she stands. When she can, she loves to take part in open mic poetry nights.
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