Wise Woman

I need a wise woman in my life

someone to turn to when I stumble

I feel like I am failing

But

I can't be the one to fall 

there's a void 

a grasping for a voice of reason 

Which has left me standing, flailing 

falling 

all around me are grasping too 

each trying to uphold her place 

uphold her piece 

and we all stand stretching out our hands 

holding a piece 

a bit of the wisdom 

a bit of the whole 

a community of women 

all needing the wise one 

our little ones flail about in search of her 

seeking the steady beat of her heart 

and grasping, 

flailing they come up short 

and I am holding this little piece of experience 

I offer it up 

I cannot fall 

I must rise 

for I must and we must become the one we are seeking,

The wise one