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A Call To Mothers
Posted on October 28, 2015 at 10:00 PM |
A Call To Mothers
Maybe in another life, maybe in someone else’s dream.
Each whisper to her a knick from a dull razor
People see her, mock her, doubt her
Expect nothing from her
The mother who stays home with her babes
The mother who tends her home
They don't see her battleground
The realm tainted and squandered by on lookers and the thumb throughs
The facade that steals away the essence of the home…
The refuge
A place not manifested on its own.
Its created…
Created by hands simultaneously holding sweet children
The hands that chose being a threshold for the family that will become
Her mind and her spirit aligning
A deadly balance that is desperately sought out by her enemy
It wants to destroy her
Break her
Steal from her
Lie to her
Disregarded as the one who stays behind
Yet she has caught the scent
Her prey is in her sight
Hunkered to the grass and soil
She crouches leading her pride at her back
Her eyes are never off target
Her tongue can taste her victory
Its good they see no threat from her
For she knows her might
She knows her calling
She knows she is fierce
This is why her enemy calls to her
Aiming to distract and whisper decay to her
But she will not be persuaded
Her fire within is burning
No one is a match for her
Her chest to the earth
Ready to strike
And when she does
She does not miss
This…
This is the calling of the mother..
Once we strike
Once we reclaim the territory the world has stolen
The world will never be the same
A Strong and mighty mother echoes for generations
Her roar will not be unheard
And her heart will not be tamed
Awake Lionesses…
Its time to hunt.
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