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  • Writer's pictureKate Godin

The Clearing

I was born prey

and quickly learned

the art

of hiding in plain sight:

pleasing manners, modest appetites,

competence and silence.

Nervous in the sunlight

shy by the moon

looked at, never seen.

What would it be like

to not take cover,

to stand on the living earth


Listen to me. Listen,

with your keen curving ears:

The fear is so much worse than the pain.

When the hunter comes,

do not let your beating heart

overwhelm you.

Feel the blood within you feeding

your hands, your hooves.

You may choose to stay and

claim the clearing.


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Jun 21, 2020

Best. Poem. Ever.

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