Our Cells Multiply #lorijeanfinnila #writing #womengather

 

Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay

Within ourselves we love others as ourselves

How badly I want to be adored, cherished

Why do I feel so apart

Come attain to our gardens

Restoring one’s love

Like restoring waste lands

We can sustain on these

We bare fruit we become of value

Our fruit bares us we become sustainable 

Go easy

It will assist

Cascading as though we are declining

But we are really sustaining 

As we nourish our bodies

The blush comes to our cheeks

As the rose reflects under our chin

Waiting for the

Audacious gesture of a man

Who is a accessory

To the finest side of our life

That gives us the attention we deserve

The sacred column 

The sail cloth of my eyes

Reins over my destiny with God

Though I feel the burden

At the same time it coats me with warmth

The portal to my life questionable

Even though doors are opening

I have to drag myself to use them

With every drip of energy I use

To make an ounce of use

Are my rewards to my wildcard

Every rose knows to bloom

Just as every body knows to heal

We’re knocked down and without thinking

Our body generates to heal

We automatically go into healing mode

Our wounds start to harden

Our swelling subsides

Our minds forget for the moment, of that moment

Women come together and hold hands as our cells multiply 

We’ve been doing that for years

It’s a part of growing up