Goddess Rising
by Mishi McCoy
This is for the women
Who have walked with hidden shame
Stirring like all is well
Though weighted down in pain.
This is for her Inner Child
Who longs to forget
Her innocence stolen
Body, soul and spirit rent
into pieces- fragments-broken-bent
This is for the Maiden
Longing to belong
To another
In hopes
to make right the darkened wrongs
Not realizing-blinded by oozing wounds
Her own innate delicious power
Thick within her womb
This is for the Mother
Breaking eons of fettered chains
For the children she has birthed
Through blood and breaths of change
She calls them Redemption
Regardless of their names
This is for the Crone
Who called her shattered pieces Home
To herself
To all her luminous bodies
Where she never dared to feel
Making strong her bones
Crushing oppressors
With the swaying of her hips
Her hands soaring like doves
Honey dripping from her lips
This is for the Wild Woman
Who traversed the Underground
Leaving her footprints
While taming the Hellhounds.
Like a seed breaking fallow ground
Emerging fruitful garden
No longer bound
By the nightmare of the past
Awakened from the Dream
Of Separation
SHE. IS. merging realms between.
This is for the woman, for the Goddess
For me
For you
Rising from our ashes
Making ALL things new.
Image: "Lady of the Wildwood" by Helena Nelson-Reed • https://helenanelsonreed.com
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