Poem

1. 

My blood boils low, like a storm held in,
for women who suffer a battle within –
who hear in the dark the world’s trembling voice
whispering fear as though there’s no choice.

My heart aches deep, where quiet sorrows hide.
Alone and confused, they are forced to decide.

My voice breaks raw in an unheard plea,
an echo of grief no one else seems to see –
the weight of decisions too heavy, too fast,
shadows of dangers that may never cast.

My eyes drown slow in a salt-heavy sea,
because I want them whole, I want them free –
untouched by the pressure that gnaws at their path,
by nightmares dressed up in unshakable wrath.

And so I mourn, with a fury that cries,
for innocence carved by ruthless cold knives;
for joy put on hold by forces unkind,
for the pieces they lose in the war of their mind.

Now let the earth tremble as truth starts to reap –
a roaring lament, a vow that I keep:
may gentleness guard every choice they make,
may their sorrow soften,
and may their hearts wake.

2.

And now through the storm, let new fire begin,
not forged out of fear, but the soul stirring in.
A whisper turns chorus, a spark turns to flame,
as women rise higher and speak without shame.

For truth has a rhythm that carries afar,
through stories once hidden, now bright as a star.
More voices, more hope, more hearts set alight,
more science unfolding what fear cloaked from sight.

What once seemed impossible, buried, unclear,
now rises in daylight, dissolving the fear.
The questions we carried, the doubts we concealed,
find logic and reason at last, all revealed.

And how did we doubt what felt clear all along –
that women deserve to be heard, to be strong?
That knowledge brings courage where panic once stayed,
and truth lights the path where confusion once swayed.

So let us keep speaking, keep sharing the flame,
for silence grows heavy when no one names pain.
Each story told softly may alter a fate,
may open a door before it’s too late.

Every voice matters – its echo runs wide.
Each woman is valued – not one pushed aside.
Every discussion plants seeds in the ground,
where wisdom and healing can always be found.

Knowledge is power, let no voice grow dim.
A question can open what fear closes in.
And women uplifted, emboldened, aware,
step forward with purpose: follow me, I am here.

For empowered women empower us still,
with a force that no shadow or fear ever will.
And onward we rise, with compassion and grace –
more hope, more truth, more light in this place.

So let this be movement, not merely a cry,
a promise that truth will no longer pass by.
For woman by woman, the silence will bend –
and together, this story will not simply end.

3. 

And now let’s stand taller, no longer bowed low,
with wisdom unfolding in all that we know.
For healing runs deeper than what meets the eye –
a quiet unveiling of how we can thrive.

The body speaks softly before it will scream,
through murmurs, through signals,
through truths unforeseen.
What felt like an earthquake, a fracture, a fall,
was a tap on the shoulder – an imbalance to call.

Not punishment cast by some cruel hand of fate,
but an opening, asking us gently to wait;
to listen more closely, to nourish, restore,
to seek what our bodies were asking us for.

For health is not merely the absence of pain,
nor measured by fear that we carry in vain.
It lives in the balance of body and mind,
in spirit awakened, compassionate, kind.

In meals grown from sunlight, alive from the earth,
in honoring sleep and remembering worth.
In movement that strengthens, 
in breaths deep and slow,
in stillness that teaches what hearts need to know.

Let food be thy medicine, cure be thy food –
a garden of healing in all that is brewed.
Clean water that nourishes, peace in the soul,
less burden from stress and hearts feeling whole.

For nature still whispers what many forget:
the body seeks balance, not battle or threat.
And healing may flourish where kindness takes root,
through wisdom, forgiveness,
through tending the truth.

So rise as the steward of all that you are,
a keeper of wellness, your own guiding star.
Take ownership boldly, with power anew,
for no one knows better your body than YOU.

What once felt uncertain, frightening, unclear,
can shape into purpose when guided, not feared.
The woman once shaken, uncertain and worn,
through whole-body healing can now be reborn.

A warrior standing, resilient, wise,
with truth in her hands and new fire in her eyes.
Not hardened by struggle, but softened with grace,
finding her power with healing in place.

She steps out in faith with a will of her own,
to steer them all clear of the traps that were sown.
Inspiring daughters, and sisters, and friends –
the next generation where brokenness ends.

Women informed, standing steady and bright,
asking hard questions and seeking the light.
For empowered women still ripple and grow,
planting seeds of wisdom in hearts yet to know.

And so from imbalance, new strength can begin,
where healing grows outward as deeply within.
A shoulder once tapped became purpose anew –
a warrior awakened, unoffendable and true.