BethAnne Kapansky – Only Me

June 30, 2014 | By | Reply More

I cannot be your walking stick
there to prop you up
from your self inflicted limp.

I cannot be your crucifix
take the sins you refuse to carry
cast by your neglected shadows of self.

I cannot shrink myself, reduce myself
empty my breath into the lungs of you
so they expand and strengthen.

I cannot be your prize
mine my brightest heart formed gems
to adorn and shine your self imposed armor.

I cannot be less than whole
tear myself into tiny, ragged pieces
to be the tail that flies your kite.

I cannot be your narrow know
write myself into your book of life
so your story tells true for you.

Don’t put me on a pedestal
or try and reform me in your image
or make of me a container to hold
that which you refuse to carry.

I cannot be what you think I should
or wash myself of the parts you fear to see
I can only be
will only be
must only be,

BethAnne Kapansky has lived in Alaska the majority of her life and can often be found on top of the nearest mountain or running through the trails in her beloved woods. Her work has been published in Journey of the Heart: Women’s Spiritual Poetry Project, The Elephant Journal and When Women Waken. She is inspired by nature, love, the stories of women, and the beautiful journey of becoming more fully human. She can be found at


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Category: Knowing, Poetry, United States of America, When Women Waken Literary Journal

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