my tears
make me strong
my tears
connect
remind
lead to
who i am
not just Everything
i am
woman:
who cries
who loves
who cries to be loved
as
a child
who drinks her tears
i consume.
i am consumed.
tie a red thread and
re member
remember me
remember me?
you remember me!
i've been here all along
and
what work we can do
together.
be still
be still
and let me move you
move,
together
we'll learn this dance
together
it is not a new story, but one told through this voice, this time. . . the voice that strives to hear itself in truest form. . . it is an exercise in muscle, a peeling and a prying away, a pushing through and a purpose of being.