she is: the goddess inside us. {poem}

The goddess

Does not know how to tiptoe or placate

She stomps her foot down

And the sea moans wildly in response

She cries out in bright cherry boldness

And the sky rips itself open in a blistering display of rain

The goddess

Does not doubt herself

Or play dumb

Or supress her succulent sexiness, her juicy hips

Her innate electric power

Her stunningly accurate intuition. 

She is boldly unashamed, wholly unapologetic---

The goddess

In you

In me

In all of us

Screams to roam free

To be

Unrestrained

And dance with scarves woven of soulful silk

And speak her wisdom

Though the mountain peaks & valleys of our every fucking day

The goddess

Can be heard

In moments of raw rage

Pain

Heart-splicing beauty

Shame

Sadness

Regret

Happiness

She does not distinguish

She does not judge

She only

Is.

 

She is the truth that whispers through the trees when we are brave enough to listen. 

Will we listen, will we

Claim

Her

Power,

Our power? 

 

 

 

photo: author's own.