One Woman’s Thoughts – part 3

One Woman’s Thoughts

By Susan Morgaine

 #3

They say –

what you don’t know, can’t hurt you

but i can harm you in ways you never dreamt possible

They say –

words are sounds that cannot hurt you

but words are weapons that wound

They say –

actions speak louder than words

but words can be deafening

I close my ears to the pain

 


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 three in a six part series. You can view part two here.

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