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.
She wails for the injustices carried out upon the children.
The child...
She cries for me..
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
she sleeps
The sleep of innocence where no darkness that is not invited comes
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
A role that needs to be played
to know that she is real
Copyright 2009
Was it really over a year and a half ago I wrote this???
Hmmmm
3 comments:
yes and it is just as good as it was then xxx
It's wonderful...and the drawing is so apt...i can see that child dancin..
Seems like another life, doesn't it?
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