Wounded Passage

I had to lift my roots
to make it through
the wounded passage

cried warning for the heart
far too late, I’d seen beyond
veins humming electric
into the ravine below
where I swam as a minnow
in the fluid of my own desire

never told me this was possible
this my truth non-option

I thought to climb
realized I’d always been climbing
an endless mountain downward
thinking I rose righteous
churning butter from the
cream of denial

please touch my ear when you
whisper with those painted lips



Shawna Ayoub

Shawna Ayoub is an essayist, fiction writer, poet and instructor with an MFA in creative writing from Indiana University. Some of her work has been published in The Manifest-Station, Role Reboot, [wherever], The Huffington Post, The Oxford Review and Exit 7. Her writing explores the intersections of race, place and survivorship. She writes with honesty about her own experience in order to transform pain.

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