I met my shadow at the end of the hall. BlackBerry bushes entangled around my legs causing me to fall. The land began to reclaim what man took from her. So I return once more to look for the parts of me that were burned & buried alive a true martyr. My ancestors weaving stories through these bones. The chattering of a cold winds blow through my vessel sends me into the next room, hoping for a bit of relief from what seems like doom. I am a walking story for those to read the pages of their own book that was thrown into the sea. My shadow a reflection of what man must see, in order to overcome this tumultuous journey. We are awakening to the truth they distracted us from, so when I align with my shadow they see they have not won. For embracing the parts of myself that are hard to accept, makes me stronger than the souls that are indebted, to the practices of darkness evil and decept.
WARRIOR WOMAN 