A River Of A Thousand Red Roses


I cry tears from my eyes

As a river of a thousand red roses flow from my yoni

The gift of release

Of shedding all that was holding on

I welcome the sweet dull ache

Like the rising golden light of a new day

I breathe and breath of silent knowing

I hold Her and whisper words of pure love and gratitude

My womb

A deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds

Emma BethMusings