Secret mothers everywhere
On a guerilla mission
to claim their inner goddess
and stake the heart
of every man
to bring balance
to the earth.

Secret mothers need no words
with nothing but a look
recreating the womb
for your solace
let the walls fall
for no one to
pick up again.

Secret mothers everywhere
walking tall and
falling down
and getting up
and dancing for the gift
of their womanhood
with stretched out stomachs
like gunny sacks
full of breath once;

Empty now, but not of promise,
she perpetuates her cycles
like the moon
urging you silently
to cry and drop
the pointless boundaries
you create around
your heart
even though
it feels impossible.