All Comments on 'A Poem for Myself and My Sisters'

Well, not being a sister, I don't even know if I understand what all this is about, but it seems to be a robust account of the challenging storms that whip through a life that is fearlessly engaged and churn up a wealth of beautifying consciousness that results from challenging adversity, you know, like wild skies with scudded clouds skitting across our ken and scattering our orderly plans. Then, I'm just a gaping-mouthed brother getting over-excited by the vim of your verse.

Scrape the fear

like dead skin

off your feet

Too many of us live in fear... of the unknown... of not being good enough or pretty enough or smart enough or rich enough or WHATEVER enough...

You go girl!

Ryles