One Woman’s Thoughts – part 2

One Woman’s Thoughts

By Susan Morgaine

 #2

Don’t have emotions

Don’t have feelings

Don’t have pain —

If you do, hide them away

Hide yourself away

Don’t expect sympathy

Don’t expect understanding

Don’t expect compassion

For there is none to be had

in the land of the sad

 


Susan Morgaine is a Daughter of the Goddess, Witch, Healer, Writer, Yogini.  Her writings can be found at her blog at ShaktiWarrior.wordpress.com, PaganPages.org, The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She Rises, Volume 2.  She has also been published in Jareeda and SageWoman magazines.  She is a Certified Women’s Empowerment Coach/Facilitator through Imagine A Woman International founded by Patricia Lynn Reilly, , who has long been involved in Goddess Spirituality and Feminism, teaching classes, workshops and groups within MA and RI.  She can be reached at ShaktiWarriorSpirit@gmail.com.


Editor’s Note: This is part two in a six part series. You can view part one here.

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