Hold me up when the weight of my world Causes my knees to buckle Sing truth to my inflamed mind When the noise of living trauma Drowns my ability to reason Gentle Patient Empathetic Sometimes sharp but never cruel My lighthouse in stormy waters My safety net when the trapeze breaks My light in the darkest and longest nights Voicing wisdom I need at the right time In the right way Through the right person Another conduit through which My Goddess speaks to me All of them a blessing I can never Craft adequate words to encompass So important and special Their glow is to my night sky
I may appear whole What you cannot see Are the burns on my feet From walking miles through fire The stars in my eyes From taking too many hits The lacerations on my skin From navigating uncountable shards of glass The weariness deep in my bones From rising everyday to overcome Some challenge or trial Again And again I have dodged and weaved Punched and parried my way Through days I never could have predicted I have shown up when all I desired Was to lay down and give up Because if not me, then who Mothers have to dig deep We have to find that reservoir of power labeled Do it for the children So I push So I push So I push Through the deepest, coldest waters The fiercest, raging fires The longest, darkest nights because If not me, then who For them
Everyone who has ever loved you Have put their hands up and Taken a step back Now they are looking at me Wondering if now is when I will finally do the same
I’m walking between worlds Both in a nightmare And waking from one Navigating the rocky path One footfall at a time Calling on my ancestors Those women who each Did the same in their own way As I step out of darkness Into the healing light of freedom
I regret to inform you That the reality you subscribe to Is currently offline As reality has no power switch There is no way to reset the system Please accept my apologies For the extreme inconvenience Such is the risk of sentient life I never promised you life would be easy
I loved blanket forts as a child I would live in a blanket fort For as long as I could get away with it Inside was my temple Soft, dark, warm and safe Outside was an adventure Sometimes the real world More often, though, anything else Other worlds filled with Villains and friends Hazards and wonders Mischief and magic Infinite possibilities Stood beyond my blanket walls My plush sanctuary Existing in two places at once A world within the world Transporting away from and rooting me to Home
I wrote you a box of postcards I never sent I could not set the stamp In place I could not address it To that space You weren't there anyway You never really were
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity Trust yourself In the midst of chaos, find your calm Embrace the unknown Everyday is a second chance Keep going
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