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 ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry