Maire Fisher

She is here

No screaming, no kicking,
no bloody birth
She is born of my soul,
she is part of my earth

She is here, she is here

My still space invaded,
I cannot blockade it

‘I am here, I am here,’
she breathes in my ear

I open doors wide –
‘Go! Go, please!’ I cry
But she is here, she is here

‘Come with me, run with me
I am here, I am here
Walk with me, talk with me
I am here, I am here

‘Slip into my skin,
feel my within,
I am here, I am here’

She is here when I wake
She is here as I dream
She’s a heart-seated ache,
an unspoken scream

‘I am here, I am here,’
She waits for me
– ‘I am here, I am here,’ –
patiently

‘I am here, you can’t shoot me
I am here, so unmute me!’

No calming her down
She is fact, she is noun
Her hand guides my pen
sends it flying and then

she is here …
she is here.

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