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
“Amazing grace, how
******* SWEET the sound!”
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.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
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
“Amazing grace, how
******* SWEET the sound!”
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.
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