woman's whisper

She whispered, as if afraid of her own voice,
her own strength.
And then the breezes came, soft at first,
they seemed to prod this woman,
pushing her to speak louder lest her whispers be lost to the winds.
She raised her voice and in doing so,
raised her eyes to the heavens.
She spoke with a clarity and sense of purpose...
"I am free"

I AM FREE

vulnerable...

i am scared to death...
and yet...i'm not so scared that i won't let m'self be vulnerable...
what an odd paradox...
that to be vulnerable, i must be strong...

'back then'

i got on the bus and sat next to an ancient looking woman...
her skin was dark and weathered,
her eyes the deepest blue-black,
like the midnight blue of my most favorite of nights...
she spoke to herself and i almost wrote her off as crazy...
almost...
and then, i listened and realized this ancient woman was telling me a story...
whether i took the time to hear her words or not didn't seem to matter to her...
"back then my mama would take us on walks and show us what would heal and what would hurt...she showed us how to listen and let our own bodies tell us what was wrong...these days, no one listens..."
i sat next to her and felt like a little girl again,
and i listened...
i listened...

Depth and Vision

Give me depth and vision,
carry me thru your musings
like a bird in flight,
surfing the wind's tangents...
...and...
I will give you prayers
lifted to the heavens,
not for the attention of man's
so called 'gods'...
but for the stars to smile upon,
for the moon to shine over,
and for my warrior's heart to chase after...
I will have no part of this surface life,
your facade fails to fool me,
as I gladly tear my own facade away...
I want to feel what's on the outside of society's whims,
and step away from the conformities set by a past I did not choose,
and a future I have been told I have no say over...
to hell with the apathy that seeks to hold me down,
I will not be swayed...