For a long while

I forgot who I am

a once strong warrior women

always armed and ready

for action,

for battle,

for whatever quest

the spirit guides might set upon my path.

I became lost in a fog

of the changing tide

The transitioning of life seasons

muddling my mind

The birth of my babe

dulling my battle instincts

transforming them instead

to a need to nurture new life.

The once strong

and resonate battle cry

of Maidenhood

replaced with the wail

of a new generation of man

with the beginning

of my new stage of life,

Motherhood.

The armor and weaponry

of my maidenhood

sit on the sidelines

waiting for my return

And as the dust  upon them thickens

The dust that lightly veils the heart of this warrior woman

is lightened by the addition

of new weapons to my arsenal.

A tribe of mothers surround me

Lending me their strength ,

And a coven of crones encompass me

In my new apprenticeship

filling me with knowledge,

and teaching me tricks of the trade

that have been passed down

through the generations.

Surrounded by my new clan

the future is optimist in outlook,

the cloud of confusion into

this new stage of life has been lifted.

Where I once thought

I must fight my battles alone,

in single hand to hand combat

I have since learned the lesson of strength in numbers.

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