The Empowered Coward

The empowered coward 

Showered with flowers 

Unsure of her own powers

Some days I believe and some days I don’t 

Id’ like to speak my truth before I decide I won’t 

I just don’t think I’ll make it 

No matter how much I fake it 

And with all this shit about being authentic 

I will not waver on being generic 

It feels like it’s my time to shine 

And I’m just now getting that last line

I can’t feel my legs or my spine 

So much pain and all that gain 

That’s yet to be had it’s making me sad

That I lack the believe and the confidence 

So my main focus is my incompetence 

The empowered coward 

Showered with flowers 

Unsure of her own powers

It’s these moments that are my inheritance

So go on 

Let my faith waver 

I have never been braver

It’s these moments that show my true excellence 

They shed light on any arrogance 

And reveal my true relevance 

There is purpose in my pain 

And with all this abundance, gain 

It’s making me glad I’m breaking these chains

The empowered flower

Showered with power 

Unsure of her own coward 

All of a sudden 

I feel my own medicine 

Illuminating my souls genuine vision

Within, hereby, I set out to begin 

Letting my lows be low

Feeling each one…slow

So I may know where to go 

When the highs plateau 

And start to blow 

I will not grip 

On that particular trip 

I will let go and let loose and slip 

I’ll fall and crawl and roll up into a ball

I will get back up again 

Here she comes again 

The Divine Feminine 

Give me that wild medicine 

That yields no comparison 

Dose me with all her estrogen 

The empowered flower 

Showered with power 

Unsure of her own coward 

Redirecting the light 

Softens the shadows

Receiving the rain 

Lightens our rainbows

Look up 

Look out 

We’re not just out here thriving 

So damn tired of just surviving 

And it’s really not that surprising 

That everything is passing and rising 

So 

In the meantime 

I am looking

For the people uprising 

Like bright, yellow sunflowers 

Who trust in the showers

Who know our darkest hours 

Bring the most powers 

The empowered flowers 

Showered with their powers 

Unsure of their own cowards 

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