Once Upon A Time
Isn’t that how all great fairytales start?
There was a woman
Who hid from herself
The shadow more appealing
Than the daylight leering
Soul shrouded in tatters
Doubting mirth and divine birth
Easier to contrive another disguise
Some heartless excuse
Self-abuse
Mindless shadow tentacles
Clasp, grasp, hold fast
Suffocating thoughts
Paralyze the heart
Small mind discerning
High cost of fearing
Drifting in the mire
What of this desire
To be free to be me
Once Upon A Time
There was a woman
Who came face to face with her inner dragon
Stowed away
In the deep dark caverns
The belly of the mountains
Fierce heat burning
Cauldron of power
Treasured lair
No sword for slaying
Only bare hands for holding
Naked soul of compassion
Leaning in
Once Upon A Time
There was a woman
Cast off comforts of certainty
Adventuring the unknown
Carried on the wind
True compass direction
Gently embraced the power within