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She Is Free Open Expansive Delivered Liberty Expressing herself Long gazes Over those who have been before her Over what […]
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 Free Open Expansive Delivered Liberty Expressing herself Long gazes Over those who have been before her Over what […]
She Is Queen In this game of life the directions are endless The Queen of the challenge can move everywhere
A Woman On Purpose is our Legacy! She is what we leave behind A graceful path A job well done
She has an Aura That she does She glows in the dark She glows from above She glows in the
She is Limitless She has set herself free Given herself permission To reach To stretch To live To finally make
She Reinvents Herself Cycles Seasons Reflection Expansion She expects changes Sometimes good Sometimes not But she does not stop too
She Believes In Herself She saw the disdain Written as an untruthful smile on your face Dismissing Condescending Pretending to
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 Setting intentions Written in stone Written intentions Magical moment Thrown into the ocean Committed in earnest
She is Unseen – Where did you go? Where did you get lost, my lovely? Was it between winter and