I am Eve—
mother of man
first of her kin
creature of fierce heart and tender bosom
who births new worlds from her womb
As Adam ascends to eternal reprieve
I stand alone upon his grave
bare feet in the soil he once tilled lovingly
with hands of might and mercy
to craft the humble earthly paradise
that has now fallen under my care
How I long to raise a new generation!
How I ought to upheave this fertile land!
How I dream to write my legacy
upon the rugged shores he left untouched!
But I am carved from his body,
born from his bones,
a jagged shard of my lord’s strength,
with all his temper and none of his restraint.
His golden chains of glory burden
my delicate neck
heavy upon a frame far more fragile
to the eye of man
Remind me of the place our destinies diverge
Of the flesh not born from his pale skin
Of the purpose for which my Lord made Woman Where alone, I must be born again
