Can you hear the rustling within
Pages stirring up your words
Your body’s insistent whispers
HER story clamouring to be heard
Waiting for her moment
Craving her release
To be seen, be known, be witnessed
No longer willing to appease
Every chapter, line and verse
Hers to dance across the page
Ours to carve, create and connect with
Across this universal stage
Stories that illuminate
That remind us we are not alone
That shame can’t hold us ransom
When shared humanity brings us home
We share the roots of our belonging
A through connection deep and vast
The dream of our (great) grand mothers
The familial legacy of our past
As we dive beneath the surface
Stirring meaning up from below
The inky current of awareness
Helps us – ourselves to know
Let your heart be cracked wide open
Let all of you spill out
You are a gift
We want to hear
An untapped treasure
Without a doubt
Let your sacred truth be witnessed
Release those fierce and tender words
Heed your body’s insistent whispers
Feel HER story as SHE is heard
Sorry something went wrong asbI was commenting. As I was in saying I think we are all on a journey in search of self and sone serenity.
This is an awesome poem containing a look into the poet! I write one called “She Is” and it