Poems I have written and shared on Instagram.
Birthing a new world is painful
Shifting a paradigm is tectonic
Daughters,
We do not just choose The Bear
We are The Bear
We are the Wild Mother
We are gifted with the power of creation
We are skilled in navigating grief
We are aligned with the cycles of life
Daughters,
We are the builders of community
We are the storytellers
We are the lore keepers
We are the heart and the hearth
We are the fire keepers
We are the fire
It's time to build and burn
In equal measure
-gws
I cannot be a human today
Let alone a woman
I am a raw exposed wound
Showered in salty
Reminders of the abuses
We have already endured
And I am unmade
-gws
I still hold the smallest flickering flame of hope
Smoldering painfully in my belly
I keep trying to stomp it out
Smother it
But it persists
Despite the obvious futility of its existence
It will not listen to reason
Will not extinguish beneath showers of bitter tears
I must endure it
Ignore it
Until it gutters and dies on its own
-gws
Speaking one’s truth is an act
Of rebellion
Of reclaiming
Of liberation
It is stepping into the light
After living in the dark for too long
It is my story to tell
And I will tell it as part of my healing
-gws
I am, now, trying to forgive myself for the choices I made while trying to survive
For staying long past the expiration date in a relationship that had long been toxic and rotten
I deserved bette
-gws
On this ordinary October day
I did my part to change the world
In a most extraordinary way
I voted
For who I hope will be
Our first woman president
With proud ancestors at my back
My children’s future cast before me
I released my grain of sand into the glass
To do my small part to move us forward
Towards a future the mothers preceding me
Could only hope to dream of
For their progeny
-gws
All of the anger
This hurt
This loss
This heartache
Was once love
You handled it
Roughly
Carelessly
Thoughtlessly
You returned it to me
A broken toy
Remorseless
While crying insult
From my lack of gratitude
At your “effort”
-gws
“My heart says, ‘I love him,’ and my mind tells me to keep running.”
This is the complex reality that no one can comprehend until they’ve been in it. It tears at my own mind, and I struggle to split one instinct from the other. To compartmentalize these dueling truths so I can continue to protect my peace.
-gws
Oh, how the tears fall
In the darkest of night
When hope has left us
With the dying of the light
The grief and the shame
Consume all they might
When hope has left us
With the dying of the light
Hold on to my hand
Grasp on to it tight
When hope has left us
With the dying of the light
It is anguish that grips us
With its devastating blight
When hope has left us
With the dying of the light
Remember, when dawn comes
How we survived this rite
When hope had left us
With the dying of the light
-gws
I identify with Persephone
I am a spring maiden at heart
Celebrating life’s sunshine and rainbows
A believer in growth and renewal
Optimistic and hopeful
I also hold a dread queen in my soul
Content to sit quietly in darkness
Observant and calculated
Unafraid of the shadows
Happy to don my crown
Glimmering with pomegranate seeds
The color of blood
To remind the foolish
I am not the one
-gws
Words Wishes and Wisdom 