Divine Feminine
I've lost touch with the divine feminine.
Women in my life I have trusted with my heart and breath for years have struck me down.
My trust, the sanctity of my body, the truth from my lips, my open heart...
Butchered in front of me.
I stand.
Disconnected
Hurt.
Mourning.
For the feminine connections I have lost
That which have choked joy from my throat.
But I will find her again.
In the gentle curve of the crescent moon
In the alluring scent of sun warmed blackberries fresh from the vine
In my own face framed by overgrown bangs and uneven smile lines.
He will restore the years the locusts have eaten.
And she will restore the love lost from my lips.
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