Sacred Feminine Rising

I wear my scars with pride…for each and everyone guided me home to me.

I wear my scars with pride.

I’ve had moments of bliss 

and moments of absolute heart ache. 

Pain trapped underneath my rib cage,

chained to the floor by grief.

I’ve had my wings clipped, 

and my heart broken in two.

I’ve felt lost and confused

cried for days,

not knowing what to do.

I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

You see,

my life has unfolded like poetry.

Not a perfect one,

but messy, raw and real.

I didn’t choose the easy path

for it wasn’t mine to walk. 

I came back to heal that which 

was buried deep within, 

an ancient grief and 

fear of being seen.

I rise through the ache.

I choose courage,

when I feel a little afraid.

Courage to be me.

Courage to feel. 

To cry. To laugh. 

and be free.

Courage to soften 

and let go into the 

space of Infinite Love.

I wear my scars with pride,

each and everyone

guided me home to me.

-Marita