just an old lady

I am a universe
a constellation of scars
black holes of abuse 
cratered by the meteoric blows
of broken men rendered powerless 
who felt eclipsed in my presence
my heart broken and mended 
time and again
I am a miracle of nature 
a patchwork of sorrow
a brilliant supernova of ecstasy 
my body is a life-supporting orb
its outer space a Milky Way 
of stretch marks
that trace paths across 
the soft landscape of my core 
where life bloomed again and again
erupting into new universes
as well as a shooting star
that left a trail of tears 
falling under the weight of gravity 
before disappearing into the night
I am the sun, warm, radiant, fierce,
and the moon, a reflection of all 
that is true, with the power to 
shift tides that erode stone set
in place for centuries, reclaiming
their course shards into the deep, 
leaving a soft, cool surface 
for children to sink their feet
I am a mystery, I am an open book
my eyes, pools of compassion, 
my voice dripping pearls of wisdom,
I am love, I am hate, I am day, I am night
some will say, 
oh, she is just an old woman
but lean in a little closer my dears
and you will see…I am a universe

~kat

It’s Mother’s Day weekend here in the US. It’s weird this year. So much of what we fought for in my youth is being eroded away by those who dream of the world before women were given rights. It wasn’t that long ago that women couldn’t own property, obtain credit, vote, or make health decisions for themselves. How quickly things slip away when we take them for granted.

And so, we celebrate mothers this weekend. If you are fortunate enough to have a loving mother who is still in your life, cherish her. Be sure to tell her that you appreciate her. And if your life is complicated…i wish you peace and healing.

Much love and glimmers to you. Today was a cool spring day. That was glimmer enough for me. I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨