She’s a fire woman
Who cries in jewels.
You can see her
In the river
With dark, wet hair
When no one is around
And the silence is almost so loud
Because in the silence
You expand out
The beauty, the tattered places, the howling, the yearning, the budding, the tenderness, the truth.
You hear yourself, too.
The quiet whims, the dreams you almost killed.
This fire women
Who feels and embraces everything
Will encourage you to dance
Not to just sit there and be a victim of the strange, heartbreaking circumstances of life
She will tell you it’s okay to be sad
But let it move through you
Don’t stay there
And dance on the smooth, cold rocks
That almost glimmer metallic in the moonlight
As you shake and shimmy and let out some goddamn howls
You’ll hear this rapid thumping inside.
You'll remember something.
Only you know what that is.
But maybe it sounds like this---
You are powerful.
You can heal.
You can create change in beauty in your life.
You can shine, as you’re meant to.
Move your body.
And this fire woman,
She will hold you
In her palms
Which are sweet ike a mangolia blossom
But she won’t mess around
And she will crack a smile
At all the