She walketh veiled and sleeping,
For she knoweth not her power;
She obeyeth but the pleading
Of her heart, and the high leading
Of her soul, unto this hour.
Slow advancing, halting, creeping,
Comes the Woman to the hour!–
She walketh veiled and sleeping,
For she knoweth not her power.
by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
That poem is superb, thank you for sharing. And thank you too for popping over my side. I've just read your profile and salute you, you've led a life of giving, being at the other end of substance abuse, I appreciate the value you carry into other people lives, love and hugs, V
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