reclaiming the feminine

let’s ease into reflection

fumble for self-reclamation

slowly find articulation

name our womanhood as good

with mystery and love

ripe and heavy on our tongues

resting in the knowledge

that the moon is just as holy as the sun

in all her gentle reflections

the illusion of her shape

she offers us reminder that

changing is a sign of strength

and whispers of a power

not from blazing constancy

but from the subtle, rhythmic pull

on wombs and on the seas.

come, taste and see her wholeness

maiden, crone, and wild woman

trust the words your body’s speaking:

She is sacred, She is good.

-Britta Hamilton

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