Power

It has become too easy to dismiss our intense power,
pulsating,
wondering,
free.
It has become too easy to pretend I’m not wet, not ready and open for life,
for the light touch that tickles my senses and,
for the overwhelming energy that fills me with fear.
The kind of fear that makes me want to run towards, face me
clutch,
scream,
Release.

Mine is a source of power not found with the eyes.
My Power will not defeat you.
My Power will not find pleasure in your loss.
My Power fills the room with a throbbing cadence of unity.
Through My Power,
You will feel yourself as you are.
Through my Power,
We are one.