Seed Pods
Often I struggle to meet my responsibilities that I have learned
as a woman, homemaker, mother, wife and my needs as an artist.
Struggling, juggling I feel like a seed pod filled with dreams.
To see all the seeds land on Earth and grow to be beautiful flowers…
my two hands spread wide as if I have multiple arms and hands…
my legs walk, run, roll as if I have multiple legs….
my body is heavy as if I am pregnant with my artist’s dreams…
I am a seed pod filled with dreams.
Ke-Sook Lee
October, 2005
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