to swell. She is her own worst enemy. She knows.
But it was so cold wintering over in the cellar,
that now she has allowed herself to be warm.
She chose – though she had not thought the sun
would be this intimate. There it is again,
its gold caress. It dazzles her. It wines and dines.
It shows her all the things she could be like
and she finds no will to refuse. Her roots reach out,
thirsty for soil. It is impossible to stop them.
Inside herself a question begins to turn.
It is not heavy now, but she cannot avoid it much longer.
If this is not what she was born to do, then what else is there?
It will be the end of her. She knows.
This was my first published poem. It was shortlisted in the Mslexia Women's Poetry Competition 2004.