When this feeling hits
you see her rocking,
soothing her pain
like a Mother comforts her child
the memories flooding her mind
the lack, the never enough
stuck and paralysed
she makes a circle
out of the red ribbon
stepping out of the circle
she leaves it all behind
like a movie
it is all laid out in front of her
the unheard requests,
the fear, the hiding,
the loathing
and the whole silly thing
of being in love
with being in love
This red circle burns
it is time for a pagan dance
with heart open and seeing eyes
she kisses the earth
that all this came from
with wide open arms and singing
she invokes the new
while the old burns
and the hummingbirds
bring drops of peace
to fill the searing hole
in her heart.
With her bare hands
she gathers the warm ashes
and spreads them
on her garden beds.
And it is all good now
and she walks the path
back home.