Her Own Counsel

You kept

your own counsel

For the world

would not hear

your voice

Your silence

had become

a sacred grove

where your

wounded spirit

found refuge

Till one

would see

then listen

then free

*

Here I stand

as the

steadfast guardian

and witness to

the truth

of the healing

and transforming power

of your fire

No mask

can now

hide the phoenix

that rises fiercely

from ash and pain

and in that flame

I find that you

have become

whole and

beautifully alive