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EMPOWERMENT by Carolyn Riker

It’s a matter of inspiration when I write...

My words can either be stuck in my throat or head or they spill out freely.
Immensely discouraging some days and freely floating on others.

Music and nature connect me to something that I can’t quite put a finger on. It’s a vibration and a pulse. 

We are energy. 

This particular music video echoed my heart beat. The chains are breaking. The message is clear: 

Abuse, in all forms is dark and evil. 

This music video plays at a higher note. It is about empowerment. It is not about re-victimizing or re-traumatizing. Instead it’s a new dance of freedom.  It’s a vital connection to join together as strong force.

Change happens and the changes are real, confrontational, inspiring and ultimately a gift to open new doors.

~For more information about this event of women dancing around the world to end violence click here~

You are loved.
You probably haven’t heard that in a long time.
Look inward and believe it.
Dance to the rhythm of your heart.
Feel your breath rise and fall.
It wraps a melody around your soul.
You are more than okay.
You don’t have to figure out everything right now.
Should I stay with him? Will it ever get better? What will everyone think? Why am I so stupid? If only I had done things differently. 
Let self-doubt go with the what-ifs.
Let your inner confidence light a new way.
You are strong.
You are amazing, creative, intelligent and beautiful.
Dance in this new moment.
Let the pulse of your new song radiant through your soul.
This time it’s different you are love.
You will heal.
It begins with the self.
The universe will hold your hand.
You are never alone.
You are brave.
You have choices.
Sing loudly!
I can do this.
I will make a change.
I will take back who I am.
I am love.
You are loved.
You are more than okay.
You are strong.
You are brave.
Let the healing begin.
Dance to a new song.
Find your inner love.
Reach for the sky. 
You deserve more.

 “Listen. Rise. Dance. Break the Chain. We are all beautiful creatures.”

Carolyn Riker is an elementary teacher, mental health counselor, writer and a poet who finds comfort and balance in her kids, nature, music and her sweet cat Copper.  She can be seen sipping soy lattes, nibbling on dark chocolate or savoring a full-bodied red wine. Introspective, forthright, kind and compassionate, she intertwines life with yoga, meditating and learning about Vedic Astrology and Ayurveda.  She also writes for Elephant Journal and Rebelle Society. Carolyn can be reached via her e-mail address or on facebook here.  

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


  1. This is great, nice chaste dance with a message Love the pranams when they say "My body is Holy."

  2. Gopa, I love that part too! "My body is Holy." Thanks for sharing.

  3. I "accidentally" stumbled on this today, Carolyn. And WOW! It's a perfect, beautiful reminder. I am fierce. I am loved. I am powerful!! ROAR!!


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