Our womb holds the power
A power almost forgotten
buried under ashes, blood, and pain
A bitter sweet memory left
Our wombs can‘t be silenced forever
can‘t be abused for a life that doesn‘t serve life
Won‘t be seperated from no longer
from each other
or from the dark of the mother
Our wombs are waking
from an artifical sleep
findng their voices
remembering the old songs
that hold the world together
Needing to tell the stories that must be told
speaking out the undeninable
crying out forbidden tears
Our wombs are pulsating
and revealing what seemed amost lost
screaming, shouting and waling
‘till everything is said and felt
Our wombs start to moan – enjoying themselves
back into existence
dancing to the heartbeat of mother Earth
to the rhythm of the Sun and the Moon
wet grass under my feet
reborn through the raw pain
of the world and humankind
our wombs are healing
purging the past, manipulations, lies
Our wombs are recovering
listening to what nature has to say
honouring the cycles
Our wombs are smiling
with every sunrise a new laughter is born
Our wombs are singing
weaving new paths into existence
new paths of joy, aliveness and gratitude
Our wombs are dreaming
of a world in which everything is sacred
Our wombs are reuniting
to give birth to a new world
worthy to live in
OUR POWER LIES IN THE CONNECTION 🔥❤️🔥
Written by Agneta Niemack in April 2025
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