One Woman’s Thoughts – Part 5

One Woman’s Thoughts

by Susan Morgaine

#5

I awaken, gasping,

still feeling the hand covering my mouth,

in my nightmare

I focus on slowing my heartbeat,

bringing in that precious breath

to come to a point of calm

My thoughts wander to the dream,

the metaphor of waking life.

I am suffocating

 


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 five in a six part series. You can view part four here.

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