There have been days, weeks, months, and years now,
Of crying, of open wounds, of darkness and despair,
Of depression, of devastation, of loss -
Loss of Self, of lovers, of love, of hope, of trust,
Of health, of patience, of energy, of sanity, of ideals,
I have spent my time in the underworld,
I have died a hundred deaths already,
I was a stunning tree once,
But I was chopped down,
Cut up and burned,
I was ashes that were scattered,
I was buried, I became compost,
I sat fallow and idle for months on end,
And there was not one lover who ever came,
But women who began to water me,
It is always the women who water my feet
It was always the women who watered my feet!
Always the women who have watered,
And who are continuing to water, my feet -
My soil, my very root systems,
It was always the women who have seen,
And who see in me the ancient Tree of Life,
Of wisdom, of knowledge, of truth,
Who do not doubt for one heartbeat,
That I will once again bear fruit, and bloom,
Produce flowers and beauty,
And provide shade for the people,
It has been, it was, it is! The women of my life,
The sisters who hold hands in circle around me,
When I am ill, who sing, chant, dance and pray
For my revival,
It is always the women who water my feet
- Laura Bee Rita Wilson (March 2024)
Thank you, my beloved women, for watering me back to health, back to life, and back to love, through many a season.
(My first poem ever published on here of my own - if it resonates, please leave me a comment below, and feel free to share around your women and friends who are your support team and soul team).
I love you!
*35mm film photo taken of some soul sisters of mine at a picnic birthday gathering in 2022.
Keep looking out for nectar like this, Bee❤️
👋 Hello! Yourpoem was sent to me from a magic woman and i must say this was very perfect. I feel so nourished after listening and reading. Please continue i love your work!