Her Eyes Pierce Through Me

Updated: Feb 4

She sits there, steady and still

Her eyes watch as she goes for the pill

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Journeys never-ending and paths intertwining,

Allowing herself to be, memories rewinding

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Let it flow through like a river,

Don’t let it stick like a nasty old critter

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Assumptions that she is a magician,

She continues like she is on a mission

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Anger, frustration, resistance breeds insanity,

She seeks a balance between terror and vanity

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Her mind moves like a disco,

As her body settles in limbo

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Her queen holds her up from below,

She is her foundation, everything she will come to know

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She looks in the mirror and recognizes the jewel,

Fighting the feeling of powerlessness taught in life school

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I see her stand in her worth, knowing she’s the prize,

Feeling the sadness because she knows she is too wise

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Too wise to have left her in such a way,

How on earth will she be able to repay?

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She questions the pain of karma and rebuilding

Knowing that her divine is all shielding

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She wonders how this goes with that,

Creating a home from the purple cushion where she sat

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The possibilities are endless

She knows for her generation this can feel horrendous

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She holds humble gratitude for her born-into blessings,

Harboring selfish guilt for those with circumstances worth stressing

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Reminding her child that all pain is valid,

The need to support all beings who sing a different kind of ballad

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Regardless of what women are taught traditionally,

She deserves to love and trust herself unconditionally

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Her eyes watch her sprint down the path

No one will get in the way of her brave wrath

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Her soul always shines bright,

Her gaze is always in sight





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