Dreamt

I dreamt of you again,
Lying in another's arms,
His breath warming my fevered brow,
I dreamt of you.

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In honour of the International Women's Day I rewrote a poem I'd written in 2007 but didn't get to publish, I wrote it for a campus publication that asked me to submit entries. Perhaps it wasn't its time then, or the title was too risqué for that era. Anyway, here's the poem....

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I am glad I am a woman,
Seemingly soft, weak and helpless.
I am glad you underestimate me
And have no idea what lies under my smooth skin

Nothing

The walls are bare,
Sterile, clinical
The rooms are empty
My voice echoes