Week 76 - Sitting in the Power

I Am a Mother Mountain

Written in 1992 and revised in 2026

A simple photograph can feel

like an explosion of my senses

Catapulting me back 60 plus years

Causing a reflection of my life from the lens

of a bird looking at the whys and hows

of my circumstances.

I have to ask why we suffer?

I have to ask why it’s necessary

for hurt others?

I have to ask.

And yet here the adult stands

having survived the abuse.

The adult has laughed and cried.

The adult has celebrated and wept.

The adult has lashed out.

The adult has loved,

And the adult has lost

loves and battles and children

I finally found her

hidden among the rubble of her life

mute, frozen and alone.

Isolated with so much hurt, lost in

assumptions, abandonment, and confusion.

Anger seeps in.

My finger points at my father.

My feet fill up with a

Vile feeling of hate and remorse.

My mind reels with blame

and my lips hold tight in pain.

Trauma-based therapy is a doorway for me.

Lets in the light so I can feel.

Illuminates understanding, and

helps me process what I see.

I stand aside and watch

for the wisdom of release.

I finally understand

the shadows in the hallway.

The feelings of worthlessness.

The adult asks do I want to go there again?

Feel the heat of anger fill my vessel?

I have worked so hard at going beyond

turning my hurt into self-love,

softening and blending, knowing

I am a vessel of the Universe.

My inner child is angry

and I need to be heard.

Listening helps me process

and changes my inner landscape to

a river of release.

I have been suffocating

under a blanket of silence,

stifled to survive.

No voice means no power

No voice means conformity

No voice is perceived as safety.

Today, my voice I use to speak truth;

My actions I use to educate;

love feels better than hate.

My feet walk away from the abuser.

I protect my heart from those who forsake their

light in my presence, and I

discover …

I am a Mother Mountain.

My strength I carry in my tall

thick walls of stone.

I weather the hottest heat and chilliest cold.

I stand as witness to the lives of people,

animals, all beings that pass by me

Over me and on me.

I reach high to heaven and am made

up of the very essence of the Universe,

of Mother Earth.

I am majestically beautiful and

starkly abundant in my stature.

I carry within me memories of days

long past and futures to come,

yet represent the presence of what is.

I Am.

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