She - A poem

I wrote this on a writing retreat when I felt a spirit come to me. At first, I thought it was my mom, who had recently passed away, but it later became clear to me that a Canadian MMIW (+G2S) was urging me to help her. I wrote this after that experience. I have a few versions but this is my favourite.

Transcript

She.

On a quiet day,

I can hear her voice.

Gently tucking me into bed.

The strength in her dulcet tone is somehow comforting.

I'm afraid.

But I get the feeling I know her.

Maybe not in this life.

Her voice woefully called to me.

But I was still afraid.

What does she want with me?

What does she need to tell me?

She is whispering.

She is moaning.

She is crying.

She is sobbing.

She is screaming.

On a quiet day,

We can all hear her.

Be still.

And let her speak.

She is we.

Reviews

Chills at the end… you shared Her message beautifully. Thank you 💜

Lovely poem! Thank you for sharing your creativity - a beautiful reminder that we are all connected 😊 🌟🙏

Thank you Shauna! I love this thought provoking piece ❤️🙏 she is we. I imagine that she is also our Earth Morher 🥰
Miigwech
Cindy