I’m trying to imagine a world made new
A riptide of dis(ease) softening into rebirth as seven
billion people grow golden filaments
around the darkness of our womb. At night
I claw dirt back into Her body
to know the heartbeat wrapped inside the winged
Release the tired shoulders, She whispers, you
who have learned to wear blades
seeking to stretch beyond the chrysalis
To Breathe Whole
Arms, ready to release
the heavy weight of fight, trap
the body collecting pain without permission
You wounded warriors of the light
stamp identity across the heart
pressing the false hold into a battle cry
lodged inside the forgotten throat
Open
the portal to the heart and allow the soul
to shout victory
Darkness is a demon
only if left unexplored. Let the cry loose
Let it soar through the shadowland inside
until it ignites the joy
that is life. Real life
Release those golden threads and weave
the memory
of unity
whole
How beautiful. Your poem speaks to my heart.
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Thank you, Suzanne. I’m pleased it spoke to you ❤
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Beautiful… ❤
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Thank you, Bette ❤
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❤ Thank you, Alethea ❤
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