FOR THE WOMEN WHO HOLD GODDESSES IN THEIR
HEARTS.
Come aching bones.
Come pillars of fortitude, the ones who were restricted to
building homes and hearths, the ones who were asked to
support and celebrate others.
Come those who were told love is only about giving.
Come those who were taught to err is human, to forgive is
a woman.
Come tired, battered, abandoned souls.
Come together, this moving magnitude of earthly brilliance.
Come into the knowledge that has been denied from you.
Come claim the apple of wisdom for which you were
punished millenniums ago.
Come because it was yours to keep.
Come unlearn the lessons of your mothers.
Come unbound yourself from the duties you didn't want
but were given all the same.
Come those who were destined to win wars.
Come those who were shunned because they knew their
worth.
Come those the witch hunts didn't burn.
Come, goddesses of strength and grace.
Come, and build your altar again.
Nilesh Mondal: He is 23 years old, is an engineer by choice and a poet by chance. He works as a writer for Terribly Tiny Tales and Thought Catalog, and as a prose editor for Moledro Magazine. His first book of poetry, Degrees of Separation, is scheduled for a 2017 release.