''..so curious to think that this shy, softly spoken woman (creature), is responsible for such wild, ferocious antics..''
'..but then, struggle is something she is comfortable with, it's where she feels at home..
'It's great being a woman, I love being a woman,'
she says quietly,
'It's fun to have more to fight for.'
She is intimate,
intimately scarred,
intimately beautiful..
(How good it feels to write,
how good it feels to breathe,
how good it feels to live,
and to love),
To live, and to love
amongst waves of fear, shards of guilt
and mirrors of pain.
Pain in the heart, pain in the gut
pain in my fire.
And as I open up to this pain,
as I come to feel it; to breathe within it,
I begin to heal it
and to know it, to grow into it,
and with it.
And so then, I overcome it, riding it
and sliding, sweetly
into joy, into happiness, into peace.
Life, to me
isn't worth living without pain,
for it is in such pain,
and in such darkness,
where we come to find our inner light,
our diamond..
our diamond light.
Inner flight, inner fight, inner light.
To live, to love,
to feel, to breathe.
To become one with life, with pain
and peace.
*
And as I walk through the isles
of the many in pain
(sunlight upon my lips,
I taste her in the rain).
I forego so many ways, so many changes,
in so many days,
and I lose my way,
time and time again,
but the stars
they still remain,
and the moon, she remembers my name.
And it is within this remembrance, where I recall
that place from where I truly came.
And I realise that of which,
I am not
the same.
I am not the same.
'A soul in pain,
has no image to reclaim.'
With tiny feet, and a fragile frame.
I am all that God gave to me.
But I am not the same, as He.
For I am woman.
And my body and my soul bare scars,
many, many scars;
(Battle Scars)
'It crossed my mind to lye them face up,
in the hope that he would see the flowers,
in the hope that he would somehow notice.
But I kew he wouldn't,
and never would,
and so I left the flowers alone,
I left the flowers be.'
'No one ever noticed' - so why are you so loved?
'No one ever cared' - so why are you so special?
'No one ever listened' - so how is it that I hear you, and you hear me?
Everything feeds into everything.
In silence and in stillness,
everything feeds, and everything sleeps.
In silence and in stillness
there is life, an abundance of ever-changing
rhythms and cycles,
where we are loved, held
and nurtured,
even when we think it not.
Nurtured by nature;
our Mother the wind.
And so I drank
and so I drink,
from nature's water, from nature's milk.
And I think,
Yeah, it's great being a woman,
I love being a woman.
I like having more to fight for.
