I ran her into the ground.
I was this wired way.
It was all that I’ve known.
Worn.
Not sleeping.
Not listening.
Not loving.
Not stopping.
Not even noticing that I was barely breathing.
As she hit the ground I heard her soft cry.
Reminding me that there is another way.
That these guards and tactics were old.
Once necessary, but oh so old.
She reminded me that although she carried an infinite love for
my body and my soul, that one day I will need to re-connect.
She could not continue to revive me.
Picking me back up after every fall.
She begged me to not make her scream.
Begged me to listen.
To let go of these destructive ways.
We both knew.
We knew all along that there was another way.
We knew the time has come to choose a different path.
We knew this time wouldn't "be" different,
we knew this time would make a difference.
One woman at a time
Honoring
Listening
Loving
And cherishing the sacred gift of our divine feminine.
Embodying our love from head to soul.