New Lilith Poem that Celebrates the Goddess in Us Every Day
Every Day I Rise
Some days
I am a goddess spine straight as a spear of light,
crowned in their own authority,
the moon resting easy in my palm.
On those days
even the dark kneels softly
at my feet.
Some days
I am wild, hair unbound,
laughter sharp as flame,
desire running feral through my veins.
On those days
I remember Eden
and why I left.
And some days
I am a fragile mess, fire guttering low,
wings heavy with memory,
the old ache of being misunderstood
pressing against my heart.
Most days
I am all of it at once, divinity and hunger,
sovereignty and stumble, ash and spark
sharing the same body.
But every day
hear me
every day
I rise inside my own becoming.
Not perfect.
Not tamed.
Not undone.
Simply alive.
Still choosing to live.
Posted Mar 1, 2026, 1:44 AM UTC