I walk with you in this journey
You are
more than what they say you are
more than what you think you are
Feel your heartbeat
You are
born with survivor's spirit
A lighthouse to all those lost boats
Know that your cross is also my cross
And your scars will be beautifully shaped
Like deep thick roots of an oak tree
Some seasons, you will overflow with flowers
Some seasons, you will be empty of fruits
But you will keep on walking
Even when some words are stones
Lingering sharp long after
everyone have cast their judgments
Some words will be seeds
blooming even when you are not aware of it
They will be fuel and fire
Wind and thunderstorms
For your other sisters and brothers
Be strong with your voice
Your children need to hear it-
Your partner needs to hear it-
Follow that instinct
Like the creatures of the earth
Who knows when its time to go or stay
When its time to be fight or give up
Keep yourself hungry for sunsets
Thirsty for adventures & road trips
Don't you realize by now
You are more than 5 letters
A rib-maker, formed by your own hands-
By Colossal
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg
My thoughts upon reading the rape victim's powerful letter here when her accuser, an ex-Stanford university swimmer, was sentenced to only 6 months of prison.
