Her power returned to her the day she chose to place the stapler down from the boxy bulletin boardto move beyond the edges whereher creative savvy flew free. Her power returned to her the day she resigned from beating herself upfor “brokenness,” all she “isn’t” —to embrace the goodness and sacred beauty of all she is. Her power returned to her the day she traded cultural normsthat kept her quiet, small and politefor her inner wisdom which told her to move toward becoming. Her power returned to her the day she laid down the ingrained pattern to serve everyone before…
Today, a poem about Mary and Hope. Let us learn from her courage.
This is one of my rewritings of the creation story. Using imagination and what I believe to create something new.
Poetry about the connection of the red thread and an invitation to my online FB Group.
Here is a poem and invitation from me to the patriarchy. So fun to write this : )