MarLene W🌹
The lady-cord that helped me get my song back in tune,
always an opportune,
a friend, but not with queries or a diarised end.
Another almost, yet like a mother,
an advocate, but quite like the devil’s other.
Just some body—
but not just like anyone who ever had my back,
I felt like running to her all the time.

She said, Okay, it’s not a crime,
but reminded me: I have my own feet.
I could make my own bed.
I could shift my own mind.
I could show that I, too, could be kind—
to me.

I am the friend unneeded,
the grind from needing held,
the one with a huge and deep ear—
it too was attached to a soul,
and mine was as divine and beautiful,
filled with magical intuition.

I, too, had a gut.
I needed only to tune in
and recognise my gut-feels.
And I could walk in ‘heals’
and feel okay, safe, and healthy
for I am more than worthy.

Yes, me.