metaphorgirl

i wanted to be soft;

like dew drops on top of

wildflowers,

silent; whispering; lonely; inviting

instead i was hard;

like thunder crying after

lightening,

(like our ancestors…)

obnoxious (they said); too loud (they said); angry; suffering

but after the deep, low rumbles of thunder; the suffering,

was the bright, blinding lightening strikes; the cries, the hot tears

then there was an opening,

a clear sky; a meaning…

the message,

a crow

cawing in the distance,

“not everything is as it seems,

not everything glitters is gold”

only when i was lost did i find myself,

wandering, wondering…

always learning

(kâkikî ati kaskihtâw)

…learning how to heal