I Want To Be A Grown Ass Woman

I want to hold my ground.

I want to surrender to Her.

I want to move through life like water, soft and unyielding and filling every crevice with life.

I don't just want to create.

I want to be the creation.

I want to trustfall into the arms of the Earth

And the Universe.

I want to burn through my beliefs like fire

And paint my body in the endless possibilities beyond like they're volcanic ash.

I want to feel my power in all situations

Even when my teeth chatter in fear.

I want my throat to gush with unspoken words

Until my laughter is clear like spring dew.

I want to feel truth in my bones

Even when it's inconvenient.

I want my heart and pussy connected the way nature intended

So that I know my body belongs to me regardless of how much sex I may or may not have.

I want my uterus to trust me

And I want the courage to trust her.

I want to feel the endless swirl of feminine chaos inside

And walk with her side by side instead of condemning her.

I want the grief and the anger and the joy

The tears and screams and smiles

Until I'm so full

With aliveness

That no one can stop what comes through me

And the channel remains open

And the dam of social conditioning broken

As if it never

existed

at all.