Time spirals upward
level after level
an ascension of ability.
Perhaps I smolder with inadequacy.
Lost angel in the female order
evading the ultimate aim
of a woman.
Some secrets are
a stained glass pane
a holy station of benevolence.
I was tempered
in the seething heart of knowledge
my soul knows past lifetimes
when I plunged chubby feet
into fur-lined boots
lit a fire to cook
watched smoke
circle upwards into night
heard our herd of reindeer
stamp and snort in the snow
prayed for strength
as winter prowled outside our goahti.
Finding myself poorly suited
for motherhood
I opted out this time around.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
Time spirals upward
level after level
an ascension of ability.
Perhaps I smolder with inadequacy.
Lost angel in the female order
evading the ultimate aim
of a woman.
Some secrets are
a stained glass pane
a holy station of benevolence.
I was tempered
in the seething heart of knowledge
my soul knows past lifetimes
when I plunged chubby feet
into fur-lined boots
lit a fire to cook
watched smoke
circle upwards into night
heard our herd of reindeer
stamp and snort in the snow
prayed for strength
as winter prowled outside our goahti.
Finding myself poorly suited
for motherhood
I opted out this time around.
Inspired by the Tarot cards Three of Cups + Empress and a past life regression.
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