She did not need to roar
For now her power
Lay in her silence
Her calm, her serenity
She did not need to force
For now her strength
Lay in her ability to stand
In the knowledge that she
Was already aware
There was no need to shout
For her words held quiet truth
That she felt deep
In her soul
She did not need to parade
As her magic and magnificence
Was there, for those
Who chose to see
She did not need to ask
For those that sought
Her truth and light
Found her
Without searching
She was whole
Complete, sacred
Her deep love of all
That surrounded her
Was all that she needed
To share
And those that needed to gather
Joining her circle, her tribe
Did
All was calm
Quiet
Yet full of the power
Of those who seek
Truth and to be authentic
As that is all that matters
When we find our way
And she had found hers....
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