What’s a woman to do when she looks things over
And concludes that just ain’t right.
When the marriage aisle she walked down
Proves to be a fool’s journey.
When the profession she has become a member of
Has been marginalized by the powers that
Hold the ledgers.
What’s a woman to do.
Weep uncontrollably, lament it was all for naught.
Walk away to become an example of the
Reality in which she was born.
To close the door on it all, for she knew there was no way to
Continue the rest of her days here on the planet
In contradiction to the very values she knew to be true.
Born a seer, not of her own making.
Able to see through to the core of the human experience,
But so much not wanting to.
Fixing, managing, settling controlling as much as she possibly could
To make it work.
Until the day of horrors came when she must look in the mirror
“ I can’t do it anymore, I just can’t
I know it is not the Way”
I wished beyond all wishes that I did not know what I knew
But I did – no escaping that Truth.
Gently and silently walking away, accepting the consequences of
Closing up Shop.
Standing Tall, believing, digging, scrounging, holding, begging, pleading
In the privacy of my soul, never revealing my struggle to anyone.
Ready to accept whatever failure may come from stepping out into the abyss.
Guided by the Holy Light, each and every step, explaining to no one
The belly of my Dream.
Walking forward in faith
Shaking from head to toe.
Accepting the glory may only be in the attempt to bring my life into alignment
with what I knew deep in my heart was true.
Maybe no one else would be believe it, see it , feel it
Maybe I would be alone.
Maybe I did not care!