PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Years ago I had a vision

I was young a child

Sitting inside of a ring of fire

There were cloaked women in a circle around me

They were telling me

About the life I was to live



I was back in the womb of my mother

I heard whispers

Another language

Sweet and ethereal

Comforting me



“Be strong” the voice said



I heard “Arria…” in my sleep for years



Yes, that is my name



Arria