I am a goddess with flat feet
by C. Pensa

I am a goddess with flat feet
I am a goddess with a lop-sided grin
Me, I am a goddess

I am a goddess with a tear in her eye who loses when I crawl
under the cover pull them over my head reaching out
snatching a bag of doritos
munching the day away - hiding
I am a goddess when I choose to soar
feel the wind whooshing hair
taking a giant leap into the scared

I am a goddess with cellulite
the wrong side of fat
Me, I am a goddess

I am a goddess getting through the day enjoying t
moments with the blessings I have listening quietly
while they breathe the love I feel so big to bursting seams of
gratitude not dissolving when someone leaves the seat up or
someone calls the other butthead and worse and they cry out
for justice - and guilt
I am a goddess coming down through irritation surveying
what the word is

I am a goddess who loves
I am a goddess who loves big
because flat feet, crooked smile, cellulite is not all that I am
Me, I am a goddess.
(poem copyright Christine Pensa 2003

On turning 47
by C. Pensa

This year for the first time I feel age nipping at my heels.
What? I said spinning round and looking down on it.

You are an unwanted part of me.
I can't yet welcome you.
Wait.
I still have a lightness n my step - see?
A heart that feels on the verge of soaring.
Stop. I said.
I've only just begun to feel I have the wings to fly.
How will they flap if I fuss and fidget flashing hot with sweat and anger.

Wait.
I said. I need one minute more in youth and beauty.
I've just started to appreciate it. I've almost got the feeling of self-love.
How can I enjoy it if the woman I see in the mirror sags.
Why didn't I enjoy that glow that I had.
Now it's almost gone.
That woman is no longer fertile I think.

Hey.
I said. Who will paint divine pictures if I am dry.
Barren of ideas and energy.
Too late or finally blossoming into.

I'm confused.
I said. Where does the illusion end and me begin?
What is 47?

copyright Christine Pensa 2007