Outrage of Incarnation

Moon-Mars poetry during a Moon-Mars transit written from the soul of a Moon-Mars person.

I am neither fragile

Nor delicate

Not a flower

Wilting in the Sun

Hot enough to stare into the Sun and ask,

“More”

Strong enough to withstand force

A thorn edged knife

A vine wrapped dagger

Hidden in the shadows of an embroidered sheath

I breathe fire,

Spit venom,

Speak swords,

Move with fury,

At the outrage

Of incarnation

I am peaceful

Because I know violence

A battlefield surgeon

More than a front line fighter

Filling holes left by others

Wrapping wounds

I serve trenches

The crushing weight of depths

I carry trenches in my heart

Caverns, caves, the basements of our being

Groans of irritation

Growls of power

Howls of pain

Blood, sweat, and tears

Cries of incredulity

That we must exit the womb where we once comfortably rested

That we have to face this life and keep going

Keep going

Going

Going

Always a battle to fight

Always an argument to win

Always a crisis to fix

Do not mistake darkness

As weakness