At least that’s what she overheard.
A place of worship and wonder
Worship being the sacred word
So, she prayed
But to no avail
Day after day
Her devotion did prevail
Until the day her dedication grew weary
She learnt how to just be
All defining labels were removed,
Suddenly she was set free
She had grown as free as the water
Washing away stagnated motion
She could flow, ebb and change
Metamorphosising into the ocean
Simply put.
She is a woman
Not just a body
Born into the wrong history
With a legacy so powerful
Yet
She remains a mystery.
~T.P.M