And then she roared again.
Just because.
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Tag: Women
So you’ve forgotten what it feels like
to unfold yourself,
to undress, her soul
in your hands
like the dream
she was always meant to be
for you.
These hours of twilight.
How soft they have been,
like rain on a dusty summer road.
Here I am.
A woman, at last.
Home in the truth
of this soft heart of mine.
A rose of musk in bloom
this day.
And every day beyond.
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Eternal Woman
This breath that gathers beneath the wings of the eternal woman.
It is life.
It is fresh orange summer, beyond form.
Sisters beyond time, we fall
and we fly into the arms of each other
with grace.
Beautiful women.
We will meet beyond the stories written for us.
Then is gone. We are now.
We are fresh and new
and ready.
To be everything we are.
To be everything we always have been.
I am a wildfire.
Where the flames fan wide
and the blue ripples split
the deep orange stream.
I cannot control what is wild and free.
I cannot control
a wildfire
like me.
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A Sweet Dream
I am the beautiful breeze in the body of a woman.
I am not contained in stories of suffering.
I have always been an unrestricted choice in the making.
A sweet dream singing high in the sky, over the black and red of the fight.
I am woman, I know my worth.
I am human, I am not a story
of oppression.
I couldn’t possibly know who I am.
I’m so many things, places, people, feelings: it would be impossible to really say.
Who I am, that is.
The question of who I want to become also seems pointless.
I want to become whoever I become.
I want to feel, and know, and see life from every angle—
to chase the wind as it takes me.
Who I am now is soft,
is gentle,
is wild,
is alive,
is both free and caged,
all at the same time.
The wind of me never stops at one station, only.
I am a woman; passionate, creative, strange.
A woman.
Beautiful, kind, ugly, horrible.
I couldn’t possibly know who I am;
I never stay the same.
I never will stay the same.
Dearest darling bunny ones
my hop-a-long divine,
this Mother’s heart will always beat
to find your hands in mine.
One life I share with you my dears,
one chance I have to say:
I’ll do my very best to be
my best in every way.
If not for me, then for you both,
I’ll fly into my shine,
and hope the twinkle raises you,
beyond each wish of mine.
So, happy day, my darlings two,
you’ve made my heart fly free,
and to your sleepy dreams, I’ll send
a loving kiss from me.
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Happy Mother’s Day, my lovely bloggy friends.
To the Mothers. To the Daughters.
To the women who mother themselves SO beautifully, and share the way with the rest of us.
Thank you.
You are always enough. Even when you doubt your worth, you are ALWAYS just a step away from finding it again. Trust. The wind will take you there, I’m so sure.
xx
So much love,
Brooke.
(Yeah, yeah. All the mushy love hearts, you know what I’m like 😛 Whatevs. 😛 )
What do you want me to be?
I can be that, for a moment, a day
a lifetime;
I can be your sun.
Shining in all the places that make
you
feel more,
and me
feel less
than the blazing fire
that I am.
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Do You See Me?
I am here.
Do you see me?
All of me?
You see my body, it fills you to overflowing.
Slinks around the pathways of your daydreams
until I am nothing
but an untouchable vision
of lamplight, of passion, of lust.
You see a pretty face, porcelain and sweet.
But do you see me?
Has any man
ever
truly
seen me?
