• Kate Godin

The End of Vigilance

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Sisters, the time has come

to end the vigil,

this long watching

wakefulness.


I am bone-sore

and soul-weary

from ritualizing the role

I was assigned at birth:


good woman


giving from my own drought,

silencing the storm inside me,

observing the lavish, living world from my leash.


I have lost sight of

the truth of me.

My vigilance rests on a lie

and all my strength and devotion,

which could fill oceans,

gets siphoned into

playing my part

convincingly.

But for whom?

The ruthless, ruinous

powers-that-be?


It is not for them to tell me who I am.


I close out this night-watch

with honor and respect for both

the careful, keen-eyed girl

who saw to my survival and

the fierce, feral creature

that has survived my domestication.


Tonight, I set them both free

to dance in the fertile darkness so that I may decide,

for myself, at last,

what I am.

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