To feel
The pain
That runs
through the veins
Of the earth.
The silenced cries,
That impacted
This rhythm,
The cracks
that weave their way
Into our subconscious.
Beaten back,
shadows
That no longer knew
how to dance,
Voices,
reduced to whispers.
Our history
Twisted,
For fear of your power.
Your persecution,
Still held
Within the fabric of our being,
Still felt by those of us,
Who remember.
Our rich tapestry,
Torched
By those seeking control.
The time
Has come
To take back
Our words,
The true
meaning
of spells.
To walk
Our way back,
to reclaim
our right
to heal,
To intuitively
Feel.
To arise as one,
My sisters.
