Of Mess and Magic

“A wise woman wishes to be no one’s enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone’s victim.”

- Maya Angelou

I have become comfortable in my knowing

Too comfortable

I have become complacent in my being

Too complacent

I have thrown water over my flames too many times

Smothering the hearth for those who say “too much”

But you, Sir, you have done so much more this time

Please continue to ignore the issue

Tell me I am overreacting

That I’m seeing it wrong

My grandmother shared with me the magic in her veins

Generations birthed of earth and flame

The dark and the light in a delicate dance of harmony

Reminding you of your generous potential and illuminating the shadows

Lie to me again

Make an excuse and tell me how this is all my fault

That I have somehow fell short for the harm you caused

Please I beg you

Continue to soil my name with your ego

It will hurt

You

I have a lineage of warriors residing in my bones

They are often silent

You can’t see them

But they see you

And this they have awakened for

I wish you protection

May no harm come to you

But may awareness keep you awake through dawn

May truth find its way out of her grave

Mouth full of dirt

Gasping for air

Remnants of the journey still under her nails

Truth is victorious in the end

Truth has found love

Truth has found compassion

Truth has found peace

What have you?