On Her Way....

Life is better with you...

A reminder of how amazing we are.

Read it on repeat.

Believe it.

Much love,

We have settled for less pockets on our dresses than we deserve.

Mother Nature and her tribe need more pockets

because we carry the earth;

it is backbreaking labor to carry the world and her hurts.

Digging graves of comparison and overwork.

Deep down, we struggle to find our worth.

Deviously pitted against each other,

pleasing everyone, putting ourselves last.

The mental load is heavy and repairable, though it is cracked.

Women were made to operate

in phases with experienced teams,

feminine power unleashed in unified communities.

We want to collapse in safety, but

fear has us divided,

we raise our voices so loud we can’t breathe.

a guttural attempt at being taken seriously

because many of us were raised to move and speak softly.

A reset,

a universal earthly maternal leave would give reprieve.

It has pockets, you say with glee.

Nice to meet you; I see you, I hear you,

you are not much different than me.

Button up your coat

come along with me

the bars are all closed

the moon is asleep

We will find an all-night diner

even though it’s morning,

Our hearts are full

and we aren’t tired.

I love how the night

pulled us into the day,

while you walked beside me,

I floated the entire way.

My story doesn't end with me in the trenches face down, no it doesn't!