Song of Women
Winding down less traveled paths,
I see the woman I'm meant to be.
The Thinker, the Healer,
The compassionate Listener.
All aspects of myself buried deep,
Coursing through my veins,
Given to thoughts of immediate Freedom.
Straining against a self imposed restraint.
Yearning for release,
Yet never achieving the ultimate goal.
Fear is my prison, self doubt is my guard.
An undeniable insult to the
Woman within.
The Friend, the Lover,
The eternal Earth Mother protecting this body.
This body that Fears, Loves, Hates.
All things Woman are Within me.
Passion and Compassion, Defiance and Acceptance,
Duplicity and Healing.
I am all that...and more.
I see the woman I'm meant to be.
The Thinker, the Healer,
The compassionate Listener.
All aspects of myself buried deep,
Coursing through my veins,
Given to thoughts of immediate Freedom.
Straining against a self imposed restraint.
Yearning for release,
Yet never achieving the ultimate goal.
Fear is my prison, self doubt is my guard.
An undeniable insult to the
Woman within.
The Friend, the Lover,
The eternal Earth Mother protecting this body.
This body that Fears, Loves, Hates.
All things Woman are Within me.
Passion and Compassion, Defiance and Acceptance,
Duplicity and Healing.
I am all that...and more.
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