The Reclamation {Poem}

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There has been a rope around my throat

for lifetimes; placed there

not by hands or will of me

but kept there now by anxiety.

“What might be if I speak

the wild truths and depths I see?”

An energetic stranglehold of memory

that conscious mind cannot recall, but

my being and this body remembers.

Witches, they called us,

for daring step beyond orthodox lines,

for seeing things the others

were unable or too frightened to see:

power in plants, the spirit of things,

patterns and symbols and subtle energies.

And so our throats were tied

to preserve delusions and lies –

but our stories, our wisdom, never died;

passed down through energetic vines

to these times when we now rise

loosening the bind

to reclaim the power and wisdom

in our hearts and behind our eyes.

And so now it is our time

to turn with courage to sky

to spread our wings, to trust the divine

to howl

the truths we can no longer confine.

© Gillian Florence Sanger