Dancing with Feminine Mystery





She would stumble, trip and fall
that is how she would learn to walk a new path
She would scribble and scrawl, mix her words, make up new grammar, even learn a little Syntax;

one day she would learn to write, to paint, to soar with the Muse
She would throw paint….finger paint….scribble again and again;

one day she
would claim her Creative Self

         courageous, outrageous,stubborn

                   She would become
more of herself with each day, with each step, each scuffle, with each

               brushstroke and mark