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THE FIERCE ONE by Eva Xanthopoulos

This poem revolves around the theme of "Female Empowerment"…

It is inspired by the Shakespearean line, "Though she be but little, she is fierce." I'm petite in frame, quite introverted, and very sensitive. Due to that, people have underestimated me a lot throughout my life especially when it comes to achieving my dreams.

Appearance only tells one so much... There is SO much more beneath this veil of flesh and bone; there's an infinite soul that beams outward every time one is compassionate, loving, joyous... and especially when one remains courageous through the inevitable ups and downs of life.

This poem is to all of my soul sisters: Never lose your vibrant free spirit... You as well as I are FIERCE spiritual beings having a human experience!


The Fierce One
by Eva Xanthopoulos

It's a steep one, little (but fierce) one—
The hill yonder;
Much too steep for you,
so you best stay in the fields.

But, "No!" you say
"There are crests in the most
zest-emptied of places that need
climbing—that's the only way
to reach our dreams & stars!"

To many, you're just skin & bone,
Can't amount to much all on your own—
Can't they see the kindred soul
& shakti* that beams beneath?

The climb isn't what worries your
little legs, it's that big heart &
what happens to it during
the inevitable
descent.

There are african violets, fierce one—
At the hill's other end;
The journey to them may be dangerous,
so you best stay in the fields where it's safe.

But, "No!" you say,
"There are prizes to be reaped by those
that trudge through the ups of life—
especially the downs of life without
downing the hemlock rum buried
'neath flora."

If go you must,
Then don't pick the flowers, fierce one—
Let your apatite* eyes see them & absorb
them into your vast memory banks. Allow
the prize to be their elegance.

At your next hill or Mount Everest,
No worries shall be...
"She be but little, but she is fierce"
The townspeople will say,
And even if they don't,
Your heart knows it,
knew it all along—
All women of every size,
nationality, shape
are graceful, exquisite
& ever-strong!

*Shakti is the female principle of divine energy

*Apatite is a crystal and comes from the Greek word "to deceive." It may appear to be a beautiful, dainty rock... but it is very durable... Looks can be deceiving.

Photography by Elena Ray



Eva Xanthopoulos
 is a Greco-American writer, artist, and life coach. She received her B.A. in Creative Writing from Cleveland State University. Many of her works are published both in print and online (The Golden LanternMystic Living TodayBoston Magazine, The Journey Magazine). Eva is the Founder of Poehemian Press and is the Co-Founder of Etheric Archives. You may connect with Eva via her main websitefacebook, or twitter. 









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