THE CALL
From womb to room
There was space in between
Forces at work
A war in the unseen
Finally visible
The head is crowned
Royalty born
Without renown
From the moment
She took first breath
LOVE marked her
Free from death
Every experience
Every trauma
Spirit delivered
From re-tributary Karma
Healing recovered
The shattered parts
But Restoration
Gave back her heart
...boom...boom, boom...boom...boom, boom
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-27-2026
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