Born To Run Poem by Mary Champion

GODDESS

Emerging from the madness
without hope or aim,
without handhold or anchor,
only me to witness,
where nothing had a name.
I would prove to be a canker

on the face of creation.
Refusing to die,
I fought because I had to -
a wild aberration,
who struggled to know why
this chaos I was attached to,

seemed oblivious of me
and nothing remained
stable or reassuring.
How did I come to be?
How could I be retained?
My mission would be my mooring.