Today I am trying to walk in my goddess
And I am raging
Is this why I avoid myself?
I stand back and observe the raging torrent of me and I see she is magnificent.
I try to pick apart the tangled threads of my relationships and I find
that my own expectations lead me to despair.
Inside of me, my goddess weeps.
She wails for the injustices carried out upon the children.
She cries for me..
Inside of me, my goddess dances
She dances for the sheer hell of it
And she laughs like a loon
She dances until her legs will dance no more
and falling to the ground
The sleep of innocence where no darkness that is not invited comes
Inside of me, my goddess glories in the sensual.
Touching, feeling, tasting whatever life should choose to bring her way
She does not hide in case it feels too good
She revels in the sweetness of my core
Inside of me, my goddess knows that I am not a problem waiting to be fixed
A role that needs to be played
She does not need to see herself reflected in the eyes of another
to know that she is real
I am her
She is me
Inside of me she dances
And she waits
She waits for me