There comes a time,
when the quiet whisperings of the heart
are no longer content
with their small, dark space.
And they begin to unfurl,
to grow … to stretch …
to reach out …
Until they burst their boundaries.
And the whispers become a howl,
a full-throated roar
that rattles the walls of the night
and shakes the foundations of the soul
And touches the wild woman in us all.
And re-awakens the world
Published as part of ‘Women’s Voices’ in Rabbit Non-Fiction Poetry Journal 2021