By Angela Dawson

you’re a woman of a certain stage
rediscovering yourself after years of
people-raising or projects

once immersed in the intensity of
tending  others
you sense a new season approaching

you lift your head    wipe the mist from your eyes
you take a look around  the landscape has changed
you realise the world needs less of you 

so you can be more of her—

even if you’ve lost touch with who she is

—she’s still there

slumbering beneath the folds of flesh
and the layers of story   buried deep in
your soul-bones your truest  
softest  primal creature self 

She is calling you

will you let her in … all of her
will you unshame her 
untame her reclaim her

when will you let her
sing the song of you

her voice is wild   her voice is true
and she is calling you

she’s still there and
she is calling you

and the broken   blazing
bleeding   drowning

dying world    hungers
for her medicine

WILD SOUL FOOD ~
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