Ready to be Crown
A Poem about sovereignty
She sat in the middle of the pine tree clearing
Her legs grounded in butterfly form
Her back
A concrete cage
Encapsulated her vulnerability
Suffocated it
Reaching for air
She saw them gather around her
Slowly entering the circle
They were thousands in one
Their arms
Elongating grace
Blessed her in unison
She felt the earth tremble beneath her fortress
Walls tired of carrying goodbyes
Unwritten words
Unreclaimed power
Oh, the silence of her fear
How it protected her from denying her strength
She thought she knew how to be tree
But without inner roots
Her self-condemnation forced her to remain
Seed.
Their hands dragged out her concrete capsule
Shattering relief echoed through the green stillness
She sighed
Nothing moved
You have to tell them what to create,
Do you understand?
Waves in swirling length
Escaped the tips of her fingers
Extending for faraway distances
To unspoken lands
Counting herself amongst the few
Her heart
A sharp-edged diamond
Seedling ready to be crown
Fell softly in her chest
Silently sprouting from within.
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