The world, weighted
and burdensome
rests on her shoulders,
her back, her heart.

Knees bowed, bent,
broken, withered from
centuries of toil,
of disrespect, of
uncaring, unfeeling,
unwavering disdain.

Weary, wary, wrecked
she wishes change
into Being, man vs. bear
it’s always the bear
because trust is false,
fleeting, far-fetched.

If only the Goddesses
were still revered but
no, the world worships
Gods and women are
discarded, destroyed,
denied, and defamed.

© Hilary Clark ~ May 9, 2024

My poems are inspired by my art.  See the piece that inspired this poem here.