Birthed deep in her womb before the beginning of time,
Was a prayer.
And beneath her shoulders unspoken promises found home.
Between her legs, melodies broke themselves free.
She met herself many times,
But was never in the habit of ever staying for too long.
In the room of mirrors,
she would see the many forms of who she had unbecome,
to unbecome- was to unbirth and unlearn
She created horizons wherever she departed,
and of herself often.
Always paving way,
for the ones behind her.