card 85, Gallery 2,
She looks back. Can still see
that shy, frightened girl
standing half-hidden
at the entrance
to shadowy cave
of existence.
All her fears a burden
she carries within, whispers,
unnamed but never
truly silent.
How could she speak
when she has been
repeatedly told that her words
have no value, let alone
substance?
Yet, slowly, one small step
at a time, she dares
to come forward.
Into the light
and music only
she can hear.
Gulping air she learns
how to dance with words
her only partner.
Finally giving birth
to that one she hadn’t known
she was always
meant to be.
Elizabeth Crawford 5/15/2020
Notes: Image is from the Soul Cards, created by Deborah Koff-Chapin.
Her site may be found here: https://touchdrawing.com/
Soul's Music 
I wrote mine before reading yours, as usual, and, again, we have made such similr journeys. Our spirits were such that we were meant to become who we were meant to be. Anything less wouldn’t have worked. We had lots of help along the way with people placed in our paths to guide us. I love this poem, Elizabeth.
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