feeling into the cracks

looking through em like glass

making a new rhythm

as I sing my hymn

doubts faded as I flow

to language of soul

I sweat and I release

what was neglected, set free

I looked for the words in my mind,

found nothingness

turns out they were only in my bones

so I move, shake, break em out

I quieten or I shout

to honour the fiery and the soft,

the hot and the mild

my priestess, lioness, woman and child


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