What If

Dressed in blood
She flows like rivers
Dances like moonbeams
Fragrant like spring
Arriving to the new day
She has blossomed
Suddenly dripping in fertility
And thirst for life and dreams

Reminders come to
Me in whispers

We must
Remove the shrouded
Restraints of youth
Draped on her
Like long wet robes

We must
Stand back
For her voice to be heard.

Ending the perpetuating
Cycles of fear
Power shared, as equals
Let her speak

For if we do not
We will lose our stories
To the parts of us
We left unattended
Stifled in ego

Let her proclaim
Her dreams for tomorrow
As we listen in stillness
Holding back the what ifs
To hear our own yes.

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