Two Poems by Paula Essex

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I Am

I am like the Phoenix in mystical mythology regenerating energy amongst the ashes, strengthening my wings over shadows cast by yesterday’s doubts for today……………

I am the catalyst by which shattered dreams have emerged into conquest……….I am a soul kept alive when death trampled a spirit left bolder, wiser, stronger, determined to slay this dragon intent on my defeat………… A force created for purpose, by a force to be reckoned with………. I Am!

The Woman My Eyes See

My focus is now clear, no more pretending, no Alice and Wonderland, no fairytales to depict my story……..I strain at the mere thought of what my eyes must conceive……..My reality has shaken me to the core, summoning this woman I see, crystallizing, mesmerizing, at times, traumatizing, yet I duly accept this woman I see…….. I bear witness to this life set before me, sometimes thrust upon me to embrace as a chance meeting in a race not yet complete, a quest I long to defeat – my fearless opponent awaits my surrender, succumbing to the breathless anticipation of a winters chill, conquering each challenge as gingerly as the morning dew settling in its appointed place……… Alas! I taste my victory like the memory of a bittersweet vineyard awaiting it’s pruning – no longer in its natural habitat, refined for such a time as this………….  This Woman My Eyes Have Come to See……

Paula Essex is a native of Washington, D.C. who resides in Lanham, MD. She was the 1999 winner of  the Secretary’s Gold Medal Award/Garrett A. Morgan Technology and Transportation Futures Program. She tells Bourgeon: “I’m currently writing my memoir as a cathartic and humorous body of work spanning from my early childhood days in Washington, DC. Also, I’m compiling my repertoire of poetry over the course of 8 years.”

Image by Renacer de los Acervos Culturales – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=29612501

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