No longer will my voice be silenced by the Patriarchy that surrounds me
my voice will rise above it like the soaring wind drowning the voices of oppression
I will confound the time-held traditions with my head held high in the awesomeness of my very being
as Words designed to bind me fall silently as the Autumn leaves upon the ground beside me
I will rise, no longer in silence or shrouded in ridicule
as the stardust which created my very being emanates in ways which quell the raging storm of centuries past
now breathing freely as it succumbs to the new dawn of enlightenment
I will be as one with those who hear the ethereal tune as it dances around the new dawn calling to a new generation
who will, in unison, bring about the next stage of humanity entwined with integrity and purpose
Our chosen path will reflect the aspirations of all
our intentions will require no challenge to the consensus,
it moves as the swallows to caress the universe on which we are so reliant
no longer bound by words but collective actions securing its survival for generations to come
Our footsteps will move swiftly towards the Numinous journey
steadfast in the face of the ceilings which previously glistened as I touched them now shattering into a carpet soft and welcoming upon which we will travel side by side as equals for all time
Jacqueline Winstanley March 2019