She Is Uncomfortable
She is Uncomfortable Teardrops glisten Falling steady Her heart is strong But needs release From the pain she feels Almost
Empowerment
These are empowerment poems for women who are done playing small — and have been for a while.
Not motivational quotes. Not cheerleading. These poems for women are built from philosophy, fire, and twenty years of watching what it actually takes for a woman to step into the full weight of who she is. They ask more of you. They believe you can bear it.
Alexandra Gold wrote She Is Powerful for the woman who has done the healing work and is ready to move. Who knows she is here for something, even if she cannot yet name it precisely. Who is building — quietly, consistently, against odds that were never designed with her in mind.
Read a poem. Come back tomorrow. The path builds over time.
If you are ready to go deeper, She Is Powerful is available here — and so is The Foundation Course, for women who want the full architecture.
She Is A Brave Woman
She is a Brave Woman You will see it in her eyes Only a woman who has seen her pain
She Still Gets Sad
She Still Gets Sad Lonely Down she falls Recognising The now familiar signs Empty That is all she feels Trying
She Struggles
She Struggles Behind all the laughter Behind all the smiles There are times when she struggles The demons inside Crafty
She Retreats
She Retreats I have to go away for a while Somewhere where the world can’t get in Where the only
She Is Setting Intentions
She Is Setting Intentions Setting intentions Written in stone Written intentions Magical moment Thrown into the ocean Committed in earnest
She Is Unseen
She is Unseen – Where did you go? Where did you get lost, my lovely? Was it between winter and
She Is Conscious
She is Conscious One day she woke up It was a day like any other And yet she felt different
She Is Glamorous
A Woman On Purpose is Glamorous. Her presence is felt as she enters the room. Her scent lingers mysteriously as
She Is Free / 2
She Is Free Open Expansive Delivered Liberty Expressing herself Long gazes Over those who have been before her Over what