I want to write about
hope
joy
and love
I want to write about
pain that sears
flesh into charred
cells that remember ashes
You can cling to fear
but I walk the path of healing
Mine is a truth of self
and absolution
You ask me to remember stories
that are not mine
We women wear
them in our throats
tight knots that choke voice
We have forgotten Isis
pulling the red chord of our wombs
We have forgotten feathers
folded against our hearts
Women, spread wide your red
lips
sing
laugh
rage
birth
This sacred ground is yours
to recover
Bare the Rainbow of Truth
in a circle
of raw threads
stripped of
hate
This is wonderful, Alethea; it is life-affirming, powerful, moving and beautifully expressed. Yay! xxx
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Thank you, Ali 🙂
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This is amazing…. the line “cells that remember ashes” will stay with me.
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Thank you, Kimberly 🙂
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