Becoming Of Woman Poem by Alandra Nicole Moreira

Every night I sit alone
Finally I've found a home
I've been taught the things I need to know
My saviors surgence glow
The little candle burning out
Has been made new, with shine it shouts
A glorious outlook it may seem
My happiness in starlit dream
And ever more if love shall fail
Then to myself, I shall hail
Bitten deep to bitter truths
Loosen now this tightened noose
Broken, tattered, no longer fraed
Alive, strong, true and straight
Resurected, new, remade
Happiness dances light
Happy news the moon shall fight
My religion, my love, my truth
No wrong on me, what bothers you
If I shall seek, then you shall find
The muster of was and left behind
Once before love dispised
Never a wisdom spoken wise
Open up, let in to see
The best rogue, the thrust of ye
Eh oh, the whistle blows
What's to come is for me to know
And this light danced inside
Has overcome and dark subsides
I see it straight, I see it clear
Beauty outlooks coming years
I never thought the sky divine
Never thought the present mine
Now I find from past destroyed
A love nuded new employed
Hyperactivity, contentant face
A joy in time this running race
So now shall I, be untilled
Bending only to do thine will
Ever thundering, stomping storm
Kindered gentle, truff and warm
It wraps me up and wines me in
A new beginning, life is winned!