Greetings, my dear digital friends!
This week’s poem is dedicated to my eldest daughter on her birthday.
My daughter(s) have blessed my life in ways I could never have imagined.
And I celebrate the woman she has become. Her humility and intelligence. Her inner strength and resilience. Her sensitivity and empathy.
I truly hope this poem will speak to your heart. Make you think of a woman you know who refuses to let men define her… or her worth.
Maybe even you.
Please let me know your own thoughts, feelings, and reactions to this poem in the ‘Leave a Reply’ comment section at the bottom of this page.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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words penned by men often pretend
to understand the mind of god;
explain away their fragile virility
with archetypes of strength, of power
an eagle rides a stag down rays
of light from a sun hung high in the sky
we wide-eyed sycophants succumb
struck dumb by our own inability
to deconstruct a metaphor
or understand the subtleties of moonlight
a baby girl birthed ‘long a river bank
cries into the night for the right
to defy timeworn stereotypes
hard keening for a seat in that manmade pantheon
for she shall never be some doe-eyed Cressida
labeled deceiver, unfaithful, oath-breaker
no, she shall devour that apple from the tree
because she is so hungry for those seeds
knowing she was not born for relegation
she was born to be all – perhaps even more