Can you see them in the night? A thousand broken sisters Howling at the moon And leaking love
Watch them dance Amid their sorrow Watch them lift a new day With every breath
Through their cracks You get to know them Through their tears You'll wipe your own
Can you hear them? Shrieking! Singing βAmazing grace, how ******* SWEET the sound!β
Hurling empowerment At their own reflections! Taking their stolen souls Back- By force!
By grace and the smell Of their cigarettes; Rolled in the very fabric Of their fears.
Be afraid of them- They are, and Forever will be, Unstoppable.
This is the poem I wrote upon leaving the psych clinic where I stayed in a trauma unit for a few weeks. I missed the strong and powerful women I met there a lot, and wanted to honor them somehow.