A river of water floods me, runs over
Me as I stand feet in place, soil
Drawing me in with nowhere to
Go, I stand feet in deep, the water
Runs in and through, washing over me,
I am again whole? It reminds me of where I
Have been and what I have seen, and tells
Me I can no longer be that. I can not
Be that which forgot to see her own
Beauty, hear her own voice, sing her own song.
I can no longer be that! For today I remember, she
Remembers, that this time is her time. Her
Time to return to this, her call that was always
True but had to be denied, had to be hidden,
To be forgotten. But today she remembers
Who she is. As the water, like roots her feet draw
In and up. It fills her. It cleanses her, Purified
From a spell of diminishing until existence is
Forgotten. Her eyes open. Her heart beats.
Her tears fall. And she can feel them. Today she
Can feel them. Today she is born.