Life Giver

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A Poem by Carissa Early

only you can make this cage a cathedral

spires cutting flesh where I expand 

and bloom

this lifeblood more than monotony

crimson whispers hope

only you can make a haven from a hollow

emptiness breathed into abundance

there is a legend—

a man enters the earth’s womb

returning as a reversal of all that haunts me

I limp toward him

palm on heart

arm cradling womb

in that bright place

none of us are forgotten

Carissa Early is a writer and counselor living in Northern California. Her work explores the crossroads of pain and joy––the inexplicable hunt for beauty in the dark. Her poetry and essays have appeared in Fathom, Calla Press, and other publications. Carissa writes on the complexities of faith and suffering at Chasing the Light.