Remembering

 

Who is she,

the woman I am becoming?

Is she the scared child
who climbs a high tree to escape and feel safe? 

Is she the fearful girl
with downcast eyes who asks permission?

Is she the young maiden
who seeks to please to hold the peace?

 

Or has she finally remembered?

 

Has she remembered
that she has always been safe?

Has she remembered
that she needs no one's approval, but her own?

Has she remembered that she 
is free to express, to dance, to play, to simply be?

 

Yes, she is me.
Remembering.
And she is free.

 

Enchanting Weaver

  Enchanting Weaver,
Beautiful Dreamer,
starlight in your eyes!

The darkness 
never held you.
You dance under open skies! 

She Dances!

 In the darkness,
only starlight as her guide,

no one to watch her, 
no cause to shrink or hide.

Music in her ears,
no other human sound,

she spins, she jumps, she twirls,
her feet kissing the ground.

Her arms spread wide, her head flung back, 
her eyes cast high above,

 

she moves to her own rhythm,
her guiding flow is love.
 

Into Flow

 

Rising higher
into flow,

 not always knowing
where to go,

I follow my soul,
I hear her voice.

To shrink or expand
is a choice.

So upwards and onwards
I will go.

Fall or rise,
I'll grow into flow. 

Through Darkness

 

Why not
let go?

Why not
open up?

Why not
embrace life

with all its pain
and all its joy?

Tread through
the murky waters,

swim through
the dark unknown,

then emerge
through the light

with a gasp
and a scream, 

having come
through this life,

through darkness 
reborn! 

I Am

I Am 
a Goddess,
I Am
a Queen,

Creating
my story,
living
my dream!

I move,
I grow,

I breathe,
I flow.

 

 

My Shadow

 

 

Sometimes, when it's dark ahead, 
she goes before me.

'Follow me', she says.

'It’s okay. I know the way.'

Sometimes, when the sun is on my face,

she goes behind, keeping watch.

'Run free into the light', she says,

'It’s okay. I’ve got your back.'

Sometimes, when I’m doubting my next step,

she is there, right beside me, 

her hair billowing in the wind, 

her legs taking big strides.

She is ageless, my shadow.

 

She is child,

she is woman,

she is elder.

She is wild, 

she is free,

she is wise, 

 

And she is me.