Intertextuality

poem by: Beth Hughes
Written on Jun 19, 2015 

I am the resurrection of my own strength
And the life of the love that i live
I am the life.

Still I rise beyond fear and phantoms
Writing the blessed curse til morn
I am the morn

I have been cursed
No doubt by my own tangibility 
And the desire to distinguish other's approval from my own

The anxiety of influence of no one but 
My own sweet demons
There are no demons

But the one which holds
Above all regard
Myself
In its mirror of terrible beauty
Born from 
What?

 

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