Animus

It sings inside me
The only way it knows how
Mirroring itself onto voices of mahogany,
Tones always richer than mine.

In a country it knows no more than
An unfinished map,
It is soldiering on,
A growing redwood that lives in shouts,
Wrestles with me to name itself in the body of heroes.
It is the strongest fingernail on Jason's hand,
But the whole of whatever laid in Medea's chest.

It is raw and forbidden,
And thrashing.
Still, I call to it,
Be still and be tamed.
Be strong and be silent.

It shadows me, casting umbrage onto my shell,
The shell of delicate abalone,
A shell of shimmering loveliness
Yet all its beauty is a burden to me-
How can I hold that which is not totally mine?

These crowded feelings battle from within the shell,
Cracking the pearlescent burden over my head.
It is too much for one person, for an absolute being.
I must change these battles into an ebb and flow,
The flow of femininity,
The flow of masculinity,
The flow of neutrality,
The flow of ink onto paper for a treaty of peace
With myself.

I must walk amongst the forest and the steel that screeches before it sings.
I am Medea, and I am Jason,
And I am the Argo, sailing forth.

Author's Note

Animus- "Jung's term for the masculine part of a woman's personality."

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing poetry dear Emily.
"I must walk amongst the forest and the steel that screeches before it sings.
I am Medea, and I am Jason,
And I am the Argo, sailing forth."
The above ending. Wonderful. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

Thank you Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[usman]

I really like this your poem,especially the theme you take on writing it.
Thank you

[zaisham9393]

I loved it...Thank You for sharing :)!