Women
The healers
Majestic weavers
Entwining threads
Of gold
To gently mould
Bright moments
To dark
Wholeness
Enchants us
To venture on
Dreaming beyond
The abyss
We miss
When roles taken
Are mistaken
For worth
We feel deeply
Distaste
Left on fingers
Fondling lingers
As beaten thoughts
Stamp no
Forcing low
The howls that rumble
And we stumble
Upon that strength
Meant
So intently
To snap the wire
Where desire
Has hidden
And rid
Are the bands
That bound our hands
To what we believed
Was all we could be
But see
We’re more
In the depths of our core
Than labels
And fables
We’ve grown to aspire
We’re higher
Than all we know
As above and below
We rise
Thank you. This is beautiful ❤
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Namaste. Thank you so much!
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