hag

something has shifted in me.

the wrinkly sunken face of the hag I once feared more then anything…

is now my god.

She Is My God

I worship her

every line

every crack

I was scared,

of whats to come

aging, for women, by definition:

we “lose power and beauty”.

or so the programming goes.

I was scared,

scared because I didn’t know who i was outside of patriarchal tolerance.

Not Truly.

Something about old women, feels like deliverance.

I have clung to my soul in endless battle.

I guess now I feel the charge beneath my fear, wow

all those years

It wasn’t aging I was scared of…

it was stepping out of that box

they taught

us to believe

was safe

when it was always

just a cage

I can hear it like a song in my bones

freedom calling me home

all hail the hag

the stubborn woman

the angry woman

the ugly woman

the hysterical woman

the dark woman

inside of us all.