Sometimes I think, do I write as a woman? Are my thoughts so different? What concerns woman and not men Do they have a gravitas I do not? Is the world I experience The search for truth To flay a heart and dissect a thought Should I be remote, detached as a diary? Where do my thoughts sit What else save love and loss to expect Am I not serious in my journey? Is there a scale I know not of? Are all the challenges reserved for men? To pontificate to helpless women Or is the emotional turmoil in poetry A commonality of the writing process? So in consideration I shall continue And explore the frontiers of being human Disregard the doubts And write, simply because I must untitled is © Mary Cecil |