It's okay---Cry woman.
Let those tears well up hot in your eyes.
But Do not take that heat lightly,
that heat is the Lightning of a thousand storms past,
from an ocean our mothers and grandmothers swam in, laughed in and loved in.
It's the anger of every time we were told no because of our womb,
Or thrown out because we weren't good enough.
So your heartaches?
then let it, let it break open like the sky and let the tears fall and the heat come,
The great big sky can only hold so much and there is no shame in being the sky or the storm or the stars or even the darkness.
There is no shame in heartache or being,
Our tears are the tears of our mothers and our grandmothers and great grandmothers and so on.
They are sacred water.
Oceans and rivers before that and the primordial soup from which we crawled
and meteors and star dust .
No no no.
There is no shame in those tears , darling,
There is No shame in being the sky.
5/20/2016
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
It's okay---Cry woman.
Let those tears well up hot in your eyes.
But Do not take that heat lightly,
that heat is the Lightning of a thousand storms past,
from an ocean our mothers and grandmothers swam in, laughed in and loved in.
It's the anger of every time we were told no because of our womb,
Or thrown out because we weren't good enough.
So your heartaches?
then let it, let it break open like the sky and let the tears fall and the heat come,
The great big sky can only hold so much and there is no shame in being the sky or the storm or the stars or even the darkness.
There is no shame in heartache or being,
Our tears are the tears of our mothers and our grandmothers and great grandmothers and so on.
They are sacred water.
Oceans and rivers before that and the primordial soup from which we crawled
and meteors and star dust .
No no no.
There is no shame in those tears , darling,
There is No shame in being the sky.
5/20/2016
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