Daughter of Stone

She is the daughter of pillars

From a lineage of women carved from stone

Their blood forged of fire and liquid steel

Their strength the foundation

Upon which she trains her shaky legs

To hold up the weight of the world.

Oh how she has learned to be closed

In a world where open is a wound left to bleed out

To keep guarded under lock and key desires

For fear they would never come true once uttered

Every unanswered prayer etching a deeper river

Of independence into her very bones

Oh fierce daughter,

When will you surrender?

Not in defeat, you see

But to your own longing and destiny?

When will you open your eyes

And read what is written on the walls of your heart?

You who are an alchemy of fire and shadow

Cast of strong feral stone

Oh how deeply you feel

To the depths of the seas of your being

Though you have always been a rock

You were never meant to do it alone

To break open first she must crack

Let the light in with each shift of the sands

Release the grip and begin her slip

Letting fall the reins from her hands

But what of the pillar once shattered

When it lets go the weight of the world?

Crumbling to the waiting Earth below

Into the arms of transformation

Wholeness found in ruin

At long last

"When will the stone open its tomb?

When will the waves give over their foam?

You will not die, nor come home, O my lady."

~Ted Hughes