One day she remembered
That she was part of the wilderness outside her door
That she was raw and pulsating with life
The huntress who understood the sounds of the forest and the call of her untamed nature
One day, she let go of what she was supposed to do
She stripped her clothes to run naked and unashamed with the wind
A wise woman embracing her sacred gifts
And when they asked her “Who do you think you are?”
She answered, eyes burning bright…
We shall be witches and sex goddesses!
We have remembered our light
And never again will it be wrong to be a woman
Never again will you throw us into the fire .
This is our time witches! The time to wake up and remember our power, our light, to hold each other’s hand and shoulder to shoulder, sister to sister, be Woman, like never before.
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image: frank frazetta