WILD WOMAN RISING by Clare Gately

The theme of empowerment for women is very important to me…

As I reflect on the many women I know and have met in my life I find it staggering the amount who have low self esteem and little confidence. It's pandemic. This poem came from a place of asking myself what would an empowered women look and feel like? When we have that vision then we can aspire to it. This poem embodies the kind of woman I want to be and maybe come close to on a very good day!

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Wild Woman Rising

by Clare Gately

She entered the room

Everyone’s gaze was pulled to her like a magnet

She had it

That quality that is hard to define

She has the recipe that every woman wants

She inhabits her skin fully

Warmth flows form her

She is nourishment

All are drawn to her like bees to a flower

Wanting her nectar to feed them

She wants nothing but could have it all

She has no interest in being adored

She has found the spring inside and just keeps spilling over

She sees you

She sees the secret wounds you carry

She recognizes the scars

She understands why you have retracted into a corner

Inside yourself, trying to keep safe

She stretches out a hand, offering a drink from her well

Spilling out her strength and power

Offering you her wisdom

Drawing you up off your knees to stand beside her

She is all woman

Fierce, strong, gentle and wise

She has risen from her own ashes

A phoenix in the sky.

(This poem originally appeared in Clare Gately's book

Wild Women Rising: A Call To Love Healing And Empowerment)

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Clare Gately is an author, numerologist and Interfaith Minister. She is author of Wild Women Rising: A Call To Love Healing And Empowerment. She lives in Edinburgh, Scotland. You can check out her blog Soul2Soul Food here and her Soul Numerology site here.

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