It is time for her to stand up and claim herself.
She must now bring forth from beneath that bushel basket
The wonders she has kept hidden for fear they’d be snatched away.
She will collect the many griefs and burdens
And surrender them in exchange for
Solace in the arms of her treasures.
She will gently close the door to yearnings for what will never be
And throw wide the gateway to a paradise
Where innumerable possibilities await.
She will prod her failings and shortcomings into that basket
And stand atop it, hugging herself in glee,
Reveling in the wonders she has freed.
I am She
And I am so very much more
Than I ever knew or expected.