A poem I felt called to write after getting angry for believing the lies that I told myself, when I knew they weren't true.
(Dedicated to All who can relate.) BLESS THIS GODDESS Bless This Goddess Up Never Down Stop telling Her To change Stop telling Her She-is-not-enough, Way-too-much, She Knows Her Name She Knows It’s Summer Time Not time to lose Time to play Light Not time to weigh in Oh those last few pounds… Isn’t Perfection so hard to find? And yet Here She is ready to Reign Truth In all of Her Brilliance She is a Radical One This Goddess A Matron of Honour Glorious In all of Her Beauty She is the One Whose voice you hear Calling… Quietly Within Asking gently To dry your tears Of hurt and shame. - crystal lahan * If you feel the pulse... write a comment below and share what moves you. ©2017 Crystal Lahan All Rights Reserved www.crystallahan.com You are welcome to share this content (unchanged), with others as you feel guided. Please keep the integrity of this article intact by including the author & source website link - thank you! ❤
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