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.
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