Pictures from old science books flickers As my mind’s eye reminisces – The beginning of a new way; The way within. My over-used, over-emphasised eyes Have been bombarded By images of how to be me. Childhood prints retain the foreground As my mind’s eyes Delve through bubble-red caverns. This fresh new path; A re-memberance of routes forgotten; Of She, in me, Awakening – free.
by Roisin Kiernan