For she is held

For she is held

In the essence of deliverance
of a soulful embrace
She opens the doors to her heart
But only to a select few
Opening with a cautious optimism
For the fall could be like
the intolerable stir in the cauldron
Of ‘loves’ exquisite alchemy
A place that keeps the seeker intrigued
The wanting of more
In the desire of feeding
That which is never satiated
The recipe built from
Rigid instructions which only
Encourage the wild heart to rebel
To go outside of societal instructions
To create her own
Taste that is ‘out of the ordinary’
She takes a sip from the forbidden cup
In that window of time
That feels like forever
Where the taste hits her palette
In the eager awaiting of future reaction
Where she will either
Smile or frown from the experience
She still finds the willingness to open the doors
And in through vulnerability she falls
Her key is to remember
Who it was she stands for
And her voice that sings
Into her own frequency of truth
She lays her head down
To rest from the experience
As the little girl sits and waits at the end of the bed
Patiently she looks at the door
Each day and night that passes
For she knows that through all the hurt
There will be safe place for her vulnerability to finally rest
And it is then that the little girl
And the woman that she is
Will sleep as one intertwined into
A peaceful slumber where she knows
She is held and in that holding
She sees that it was her that she was waiting for..



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