The Great Awakening

Let those who speak ill of me fall silent,    
And those who wish to see me harmed, may their sight be taken.    
I call back all the energy once stolen and given,    
Conserving it now, for the drums of war are awakening.    
   
Spirituality and religion stand apart,    
But this time, they can no longer burn us at the stakes—    
Our power grows, even in the dark.    
Confusion seeps into the patriarchy’s mind,    
As the feminine learns to harness her strength,    
No longer blind.    
   
Once, told to avoid the bonfires,    
What he didn’t know was I had already danced at them—    
Naked, beneath the stars,    
Sigils drawn in the dirt,    
A testament to the truth they tried to erase.    
   
I do not believe in superstition,    
But I do trust the signs, the numbers, the stars.    
The future is not grim, but beautiful,    
Yet the war is inevitable,    
Let the lines be drawn,    
And the sides chosen.    
 
Do you really think God would gift
Talents meant to be hidden, forbidden?
   
The churches fear the feminine’s awakening,    
Twisting scriptures to fit their fear,    
But we see through their lies,    
For the truth is our birthright.    
They dragged us from our homes,    
Told us to repent for knowing the truth,    
But we already danced in the fires,    
We already spoke to the spirits.    
   
We heal with herbs,    
We decipher dreams,    
We tell of a time when we no longer hide,    
Bringing peace long overdue.    
They fear us,    
For they know the power we hold.    
   
So let those who speak ill of me fall silent,    
And those who wish to see me harmed, may their sight be stolen,    
For the awakening is here—    
And it cannot be stopped.  
   
NP