Woman

woman who unfolds
from uneasy
from the restlessness that
cracks the earth of me
from these places 
comes the pouring
of me
like holy water
upon the wounds of humanity
you say my tears are
weak and selfish
but they are deliberate
and wise
but most of all compassionate
my heart is burdened with
the weight of life
I do not strategize how to
move around it
under or over it
even in my fear
I move through it
soiled feet from the path's bleeding
I holds the earth's ache
with wanting and hope
even when silenced by the
violent cackling of those
that watch my movement
they do not know
the she cry of
my power
what makes me climb
even when it all
wants to crumble away
what makes me stand
on the groundlessness
of my living
I rest on the edge of my breaking
only to become the wise one
within me
shining brightly
with my true power
which is love.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Heart's Calling