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ODE TO MAIDEN, MOTHER, CRONE by Misty Dawn Shakti Sharma

 

Ode to Maiden, Mother, Crone

By Misty Dawn Shakti Sharma



Can I show my skin and my shadows?

The deep wounds are like glaciers. 

 

Can you see me and bear witness to the sorrow I have carried?

I'm not the only one who has carried things too heavy. 

 

I am woman. A deep vessel for the sins of the mortal. 

I have borne more than my bones should be able to carry. 

When I was young, I was pillaged. 

When I was postpartum, I was useless. 

When I was old, I was forgotten. 

I woke up to what I am in the depths of my family's twisted stories. 

I took a breath and stared those ugly demons down. 

They cowered beneath the force of my womanly anger!

Anger that has built upon generations. 

 

I understood so many things that have been stripped from us women. 

 

I know I did not come from a man, instead it is Man who is birthed from me!

I am the Divine Portal between the spirit world and Earth's Plains. 

 

I am not irrational. I have an intuition that cycles with the moon. You've feared this! 

 

When my brothers spoke to God, you hailed them Prophets, Seers, Kings! 



When our sisters spoke to God, we were named Heretics! Witches! Whores! 

 

We have watched the planet burn from War for far too long! 

There's a sacred longing moving us forward. It can't be stopped. It won't be stopped. 

 

Join hands with us. 

 

Pray the Goddess forward. 

Our existence depends on it. 



(This poem is to appear in the author's forthcoming chapbook, titled AlienspaceAngel)




Misty Dawn Shakti Sharma is a registered nurse, speaker, author, poetess, spiritual consultant and mentor in Spiritual Thought Practice. Her poetry is a way to introduce Spiritual Thought Practice as a holistic support to those searching for more meaning in their lives. With experience working in population and community health, mental health, geriatrics, pain management, transdisciplinary care and holistic nursing, Misty currently serves as an elected official to the Morongo Basin Healthcare District Board of Directors. It is her belief that healthcare is a human right as she serves to advocate for others. Misty is the Author of the book Memoirs of My Divination, the memories of her journey to find God. Her book is a poetry collection that tells her own journey of Soul awakening and inspires others through spiritual thought practice. Misty is the host of the Podcast, Kavi Heart, which takes a poetic perspective of journeying through life's mysteries. Misty’s current literary project is AlienspaceAngel which takes a look at our own intimate relationships with God and why the Divine Feminine has been suppressed in these conversations.


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