goddess trumps bull

my voice of reason shouted at me today,
or rather typed in all caps to remind me of this truth:
“goddess trumps bull.”
she’s good for that, my voice of reason.
because when it’s midnight again and the doubt clouds roll in thick like fog
i find myself in need of reassurance.
i am not crazy.
i am many things … and i am far from perfect, but i am not crazy.

that warrior goddess who rose through river’s birth?
she’s the goddess who trumps bull.
i need to remember that.
that goddess cracked me wide open.
she broke myself free.

i put my back to the sun and begin again
with forward momentum.

in my dreams, i know the truth:
that love always wins.
that positivity begets positivity.
that love begets love.
and goddess trumps bull.