October 2007

 Lilith

She is wrapped in earth now

Blanketed in rock and darkness

Nothing grows here

Except her anger.

 

Still, it is better than paradise ever was

–        The Garden of Oppression

Lilith had refused to become an inferior

By believing herself one.

 

Rather than submit,

She walked naked into the rain

Never looking behind her.

She would not be the one to invent regret.

 

And she is more beautiful here

Than Adam will ever remember her.

Lilith has found all of her voices

And she has taught herself how to scream

 

Surround herself with her own sounds

As they grow to become her children

Echoing off the stone

In a glorious cacophony.

 

And what else does a women need?

She is complete – she always has been.

The noise is fast and furious around her;

She is breathing it,

 

And dancing with

Ocean waves pounding the backbeat.

She hardly misses the touch of another anymore.

She rarely thinks of what she left behind.

 

Until she tires, thinking of sleep,

And the echoes fade into empty nest.

Then Lilith is grateful for the steady sound

Of the ocean waves against her walls.

 

Because although there is very little that she fears,

There is always the silence,

And the silence

Just might end her.