WHEN THE BLOOD MOON RISES

A POEM ABOUT WOMANHOOD FROM THE DIVINE FEMININE

The Inheritance

I was born into this time, this body, this life—

not by accident, but by design.

I did not come here to repeat the past.

I came here to end it.

I was born to be here and now.

The curse did not start with me,

but it will end with me.

I carry the echoes of the women before me—

the ones who swallowed their voices,

who bent themselves into shapes that weren’t their own,

who gave and gave until they disappeared.

I feel their stories in my bones,

but I refuse to be their sequel.

The Release

I let go.

Of the roles I was given but never agreed to.

Of the performing for the crowd.

Of the titles that kept me caged.

The caretaker, the peacekeeper, the good girl, the one that complies, the silenced, that will good enough if she just keeps giving, the one who holds it all together—

even when she is breaking inside.

When she wants to fly away.

Out of her cage.

To live a new life.

I let go of the weight that was never mine to carry.

The karma debt of my lineage has been paid.

The belief that my worth must be earned,

that love is something I must prove,

that I am only as valuable as what I can give.

I do not exist to be consumed.

I do not exist to fit inside someone else’s story-

I am the main character in my own.

The Reclamation

I was born to be whole.

To take up space.

To be the center of my own universe.

I am not here to orbit around someone else’s needs.

I am not here to be everything for everyone at the cost of myself.

I am worthy because I exist.

I am valuable because I am.

There is nothing to prove.

Nothing to earn.

Nothing to justify.

I stand here, unshaken, untamed, unwavering.

The Rising

The cycle ends with me.

The curse breaks with me.

The old world falls away, and I remain.

Whole.

Free.

Unapologetically me.

Tonight, I step into my power.

Tonight, I reclaim myself.

I tell a new story.

Tonight, I rise.

XX, ID