Ive practiced forgiveness since the day I realized my body held a temple
A place of solace, security and safety for my lover to rejoice in…
Forgiveness to the ones who took advantage of me, to the ones who thought they knew me through the pain.
I experienced the dark night of the soul as early as the blood came dripping from my delicate rose.
I now drip with forgiveness to my Father who couldn’t protect me, himself or my mother.
Forgiving was the nature of my voice when I felt confined in the hate, the mistrust, the in denial.
I fell into the gardens lush oblivion remembering she told me to return here anytime my boundaries begin to fall apart.
Remembering the truth of my existence, the truth of being a pure temple, the truth of all women.
The bees danced in gratitude for I didn’t realize my petals had bloomed, rooted to the Mother I choose to grow in faith that this temple may be restored by a love that waters with the sacred heart of the moon.
WARRIOR WOMAN 