She Reinvents Herself
Cycles
Seasons
Reflection
Expansion
She expects changes
Sometimes good
Sometimes not
But she does not stop too long
She adapts
To those changes
In a way that suits her rhythm
Her melody, her dance
Looking back to what she was with a melancholic smile
Feeling strong enough in her foundation
She looks to her future
It is up to her to paint her path
Day-Dreaming
Thinking
Creating
Excitement
What does her future look like?
What does she look like?
She holds the key
She knows that now
In her mind she forms the path
From where she is now
Looking far ahead and giggling
What sort of crone will she be?
Radical, eccentric, weird, bizarre?
Elegant, poised, wise and proud?
A granny of note, her garden a haven?
A pioneer, a storyteller, a force to behold?
And then she comes back to her present
Accepting her lot as her cross to bear
A spear of determination to pierce the way forward
She creates a vision to step into inside
What does bliss feel like for her to be true?
A mansion, a commune, a humble abode?
She takes heed of her knowing
She knows she can’t hide
For truth can’t be broken, it is what it is
No matter what others decide for their bliss
She must notice her own self, be sure to abide
Be drawn by her longings, let her passion decide
She takes all her senses and contemplates what
She looks like, she talks like, she feels like and then
Takes action, creating her wings to be spread
Reinventing her own self to suit her next step
If these words have stirred something ready to move, She Is Powerful — the Empowerment collection on The Path — may be your next step. Written for women who are done playing small.
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