pic credit/Cold Wounds by badccintra
You can tell by the look in her eyes.
A beautiful sadness, silent cries.
The lines of her face
mark passages of time.
The scars and stories, she can’t erase.
She carries immense weight
on her shoulders.
A lifetime of trauma and pain;
but, the heaviness doesn’t stop her
from dancing in the rain.
twirled and thrusted
until she broke through
to the other side.
Alas, in Great Spirit she trusted,
and set herself free,
never again to hide.
She wove her wounds
like an intricate web of Grandmother Spider;
as she journeyed deep inside her.
She found the truth and beauty
of her own old soul.
Her spirit held all the selves, the keys.
Thus, Wounded Woman…became whole. …<3