THE MAIDEN
I am a woman of giving and grace
Of clear understanding and deep innerspace
With thoughts and emotions as complex as the sea
Who is constantly shaping this opus called ‘me’
I know love from all angles, I know every part
I was born in it’s circle and raised in it’s heart
I know love in action, I take care of my friends
I know love is a thing that expands and transcends
Love is not something that starves and then smothers
I will give myself wisdom, as I give it to others
For I am a woman of worth, and of measure
Valued and priceless, a rare precious treasure
You chose the darkness, you chose to run
It was you who could not live in the light of the sun
I will NOT dim my glimmer, nor shadow my glow
For mine is a soul that must constantly grow
I’ve evolved, I’ve unfolded, I am someone new
Someone who is simply not affected by you
I don’t want to discuss it, I don’t want to be ‘friends’
Nor dissect what went wrong, nor make sad amends
I am not unhappy, I am not alone
And you are just something that I have outgrow
(For April)
©Edwina Peterson Cross
Of clear understanding and deep innerspace
With thoughts and emotions as complex as the sea
Who is constantly shaping this opus called ‘me’
I know love from all angles, I know every part
I was born in it’s circle and raised in it’s heart
I know love in action, I take care of my friends
I know love is a thing that expands and transcends
Love is not something that starves and then smothers
I will give myself wisdom, as I give it to others
For I am a woman of worth, and of measure
Valued and priceless, a rare precious treasure
You chose the darkness, you chose to run
It was you who could not live in the light of the sun
I will NOT dim my glimmer, nor shadow my glow
For mine is a soul that must constantly grow
I’ve evolved, I’ve unfolded, I am someone new
Someone who is simply not affected by you
I don’t want to discuss it, I don’t want to be ‘friends’
Nor dissect what went wrong, nor make sad amends
I am not unhappy, I am not alone
And you are just something that I have outgrow
(For April)
©Edwina Peterson Cross
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