Womanhood, again

I am like Eve

guilty

cursed

and still blessed, somehow

I am like Sarai

waiting 

longing

disbelieving

victorious

I am like Rachel

treasured 

forgotten

barren

mother

I am like you

afraid

alone

and accepted

This breath I take has been breathed before

Nothing new under the sun

The continual groaning of humanity

to be loved 

to be whole

Delayed

Hey history,

don't hold your breath

We probably won't 

get it right, either

The keys are in our hands

but we're hungry, and tired

and bored

Another generation, sleeping away greatness