Dew droplets form her crown
she is a child of the forest, the lake, the mountain, the ocean
she is the unseen seer
the maker of a few hundred years of unbelievable belief
wild woman climb down from your stake
enfold within us the honesty of a freedom
gather your herbs that heal
take back all that was stolen
begin to reveal to us your cosmic dance
black moon sea swimmer
freshly toiled earth returner
rise up from your many graves
you are the henchman and the hero
you are the pointed hated hat of legend
goddess you have fallen into something to be feared
give yourself back your power and breath in the cool winds of a new dawn
free yourself from the pain
all those senseless chains.
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tinymoonchild (
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"all those senseless chains." Yes. I love that line. We're often so caught up with obstacles that really aren't as problematic as we think they are. Wonderful imagery and greeat execution.
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