Truth unfolds in its own time,
Each bud and bloom one by one,
Layer by layer.
I would hurry it,
Anxious to see every piece
Of a complex puzzle
And find the center.
I have a feeling women are there,
Hidden so long from history
And ready to play vital roles.
We always have,
But we haven’t always known it.
Even our tears are sacred.
Unfolding
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