~One From The Archives - Enjoy!~
Like the Phoenix, she rises again.
the ashes represent her past.
They lie on the ground,
flying away into the calming wind.
Like a Scorpion, she stings.
her needle makes a direct hit.
They feel the pain of her wrath,
her point has been made.
Like a Horse, she runs
moving quickly through the fields.
Her hair blows with the breeze,
her beauty and grace is in her movement.
Like a Butterfly, she flutters.
Her wings, small, yet powerful.
She flies through the air,
gliding across the sky, looking down at the earth.
Like a Woman, she heals.
She restores with transformation,
strength, courage, power,
speed, grace and with an open mind.
All and nothing, beautiful focus,
nurturer and executioner,
power and softness,
this woman embraces her mission.
~Copyright 2009-2010, Spiritualitygirl~
In : Poetry