Herself Never Alone Poem by Jeri Martindale

Her eyes are open shinning green
She does't know where she came from,
No plan as to where she maybe going.

But something great, something warming is calling out to her
its the same voice she chased, followed, and called out to
When she couldn't take it anymore.

Singing now from within her own soul
Strength, love, and wisdom begin to bloom
Radiating beauty as she learns and grows.

Becoming one inside herself; complete, whole
She is no longer barely hanging on
Knowing now that she can let go.

A fragrance so sweet surrounds her soul,
She is now sharing her true self with the world.

Bloomed now, a purple rose
transformed into the voice calling out to others
The ones who haven't heard.

Bloomed purple, powerful!
Transformed in a matter of hours!