Let you go, must I — A poem

Sitting here in the light of day
in my thoughts, alone, you stay

when the strings flowing from my breast
are drawn to the rhythmic beating in your chest.

Thoughts of you make my synapses dance
but neither fate nor muse let us…

To the men who have hated our light,
and leered at us with your dark intentions

To the men who have abused us
and kept us captive in your reality of pain:

Thank you

Thank you for awakening the warriors
who lay hidden within
Emerging from the generations
of women who came before…

A poem

I am an old oak
with branches reaching wide,
like arms outstretched.

Golden light dances
across my bark,
as the warmth penetrates to my core.

My trunk is solid
rooted to the earth.
As I stand tall,

stable,
safe,
I am aware of the shade beneath my leaves…