I cried for my soul.
I cried for myself.
I cried for all women.
I cried for Eve,
all the blame put upon her, us.
I cried for mother, the goddess.
I cried for all that we had been, are, ever will be.
I cried until I was dry,
from the beginning of time, back again.
I cried until I became the desert;
the desert became me.
I cried as a tree;
for all that grew from seed.
I cried as a jaguar;
for all that was birthed from the animal womb.
I cried as the fish woman deep from the sea.
I cried as the bat woman,
goddess balanced on the winds of all directions.
I cried as I was born, as I died.
I cried as I was laid deep within the Earth,
reborn from her womb, reincarnated once again.
I cried as the shaman, the witch, the healer.
I cried as the people.
I cried until I became I AM,
understanding that pain.
releasing the flow of waters,
once again creating myself.
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Freya’s Tears by Gustav Klimt