This is for the women

Who have walked with hidden shame

Stirring like all is well

Though weighted down in pain

This is for her Inner Child

Who longs to forget

Her innocence stolen

Body, soul and spirit rent

Into pieces-

Fragments-broken-bent

This is for the Maiden

Longing to belong

To another-

In hopes to make right the darkened wrongs

Not realizing- blinded by…

     How many of us, even as adults are consoled by the childhood lullaby, “Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are”? How many of us still sing it with childlike wonder and curiosity, yet in actuality has mysteriously known the answer all along? We just didn’t know how to show or prove how we, by sweet intuition, knew that we knew. As a result, we have remained forever in love with the stars. We have wished upon them with hearts of…

Writers such as Shakespeare and the Brothers Grimm have tainted love for most of us women over the past few hundred years. As a result, we have often been sorely disappointed and jaded to the prospect of true love and lasting relationships. New love is grand, but the fairy tale feeling doesn’t last forever. They never told us about after ever after.

Tales of forbidden love, passionate yearning and noble heroes and heroines are forever etched…