In looking over the broken shards
Placed in jars,
A greater understanding comes over me.
It was simple to see where my
Lack of trust was born,
Oh so early.
To have submitted to his seduction and manipulation,
Before I could have known what was even happening,
nor what he was taking; my sweet innocence.
Dimming my light in an act of self-preservation as a teenager and adult,
I sought males who for me caused minimal intimidation,
Instead, their power was a passive-aggression,
Unable to trust a man to lead me,
Not even dancing at my own wedding.
Now I’m choosing oh so differently,
Seeking instead a man of steel will,
whose valor moves him through darkness,
who can respect and love all aspects of the divine feminine.
A man who can lead me:
a woman of mercury without being poisoned or made mad.
Come my lover, show me the path to trust.
Teach me, the dance of love that is more than mere lust.
__/|\__Ananda & Metta