More than the sum . . .

I am a mountain,
The rolling foothills
Of my soul climb,
Float,
soar
To the summit
Bursting storm clouds,
Battering my northern face.

I am a river
The rushing waters
Of my blood
Churning the earth
That cradles me,
Mother-like.

I am a wild and thorny rose
Full bloomed and fragrant
Softly, sweetly, fiercely
Defending
My
Self.

I am a woman
Grown strong in my
Weed-lot life
Meandering un-beckoned through
Fences and flagstones
Tenderly encircling
My dandelion children,
Purple loosestrife sisters,
Whispering
“Grow . . . grow . . .
For we are the creators
of life.”

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