She sits there, steady and still
Her eyes watch as she goes for the pill
.
Journeys never-ending and paths intertwining,
Allowing herself to be, memories rewinding
.
Let it flow through like a river,
Don’t let it stick like a nasty old critter
.
Assumptions that she is a magician,
She continues like she is on a mission
.
Anger, frustration, resistance breeds insanity,
She seeks a balance between terror and vanity
.
Her mind moves like a disco,
As her body settles in limbo
.
Her queen holds her up from below,
She is her foundation, everything she will come to know
.
She looks in the mirror and recognizes the jewel,
Fighting the feeling of powerlessness taught in life school
.
I see her stand in her worth, knowing she’s the prize,
Feeling the sadness because she knows she is too wise
.
Too wise to have left her in such a way,
How on earth will she be able to repay?
.
She questions the pain of karma and rebuilding
Knowing that her divine is all shielding
.
She wonders how this goes with that,
Creating a home from the purple cushion where she sat
.
The possibilities are endless
She knows for her generation this can feel horrendous
.
She holds humble gratitude for her born-into blessings,
Harboring selfish guilt for those with circumstances worth stressing
.
Reminding her child that all pain is valid,
The need to support all beings who sing a different kind of ballad
.
Regardless of what women are taught traditionally,
She deserves to love and trust herself unconditionally
.
Her eyes watch her sprint down the path
No one will get in the way of her brave wrath
.
Her soul always shines bright,
Her gaze is always in sight
