I MOVE THROUGH THE BREEZE……

I

Battered, broken,

You had left me for dead.

Dreams shattered,

My soul seemed to have vacated my body.

I wanted to swirl and dance,

blossom like a hibiscus,

spread my fragrance around.

You crushed me like an insect.

Dominated by you, fearful,

I said to myself: “When will the sun rise?

When will this darkness come to an end?”

The scars you had left on my soul,

began to run.

Every pore hurt,

every breath was a task.

Layers of abusive dirt,

covered the soul.

Centuries of oppression,

had left me hapless and weak.

Your mother is also a woman,

yet you have no compunction

in violating me.

Everything I say,

is anathema to you.

I have to look within,

I have to rise,

or I will remain fallen.

I have to dig deep,

and bring out the pearl of my voice,

from the depths of the ocean.

II

I have spring in my step,

I move with confidence and grace.

I now speak my truth,

Without doubt and hesitation.

My life is now mine,

my own creation.

I walk through the breeze,

I run with the wind.

I know how much to give,

and I have learnt to say ‘NO.’

Like Phoenix I have risen from my ashes.

I have soared,

and found my existence.

My life has meaning,

unfettered, unchained,

I  can now live my dreams.

I have overcome adversity and heartache,

and have learnt to express my desires.

Your bitterness could not hold me back,

and strife has made me stronger.

I am the Empowered Woman,

I walk through the world with poise and grace.

You can no longer hurt me,

as I know the truth,

that everything begins and ends with ME. 
(February 18, 12.26 A.M.)