The Divide by Tracy-Ann Marrison | Website | Etsy Shop | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram
Imagine if her power were visible:
if I set my shoulders back,
lifting my face to her,
declaring my love for her.
She’d shine back,
using me as a platform,
to reclaim earth as her own,
burning those who didn’t follow her.
Imagine if she could speak:
if she didn’t have to howl through hurricanes,
but only used the trees to rustle my hair,
reminding me that she is behind me always.
Imagine if she could heal:
if she wasn’t forced to be in a state of destruction,
if she could stop the unwanted bleeding.
Imagine if she could:
reclaim her water,
What if we could just allow her to?