woman


 

Its the howling gale that calls your name, or the storm that throws you at the palace door. Its the pebble in your shoe. Its the pea buried among layers in the night. You greet the new day with bruises from your flight with the truth you've tried to ignore, but there is on going back. you are weary, you are battle sore-

but you are a woman fully awake, and the better for it.

-sarah La Rosa http://www.herstrangeangels.com

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