Freyja Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Freyja.

She is the wolf you've been waiting for.
She is the one you love to hate.
She is the shielding circle unleashed by the Vanir.
She is not one to wait.

She is the piercing side of beautiful.
She is the rapture of pain.
She is not what she was or what she will be.
She is now, she is present.
She will reign.

She is the divine messenger with fire in her eyes.
She is a constellation giving birth to stars.
She is undocumented and all colours.
She is a storyteller of scars.

She is your grandmother, your mother, your aunt and your sister.
She is a defender of the innocent.
She is always fierce and watchful.
She is always magnificent.

She is shouting what some ears refuse to hear,
that change is upon us and it is near.
She is a selfless base.
She is all that is dear.

She is the awakening of a world of love.
She is a woman with the intention to survive.
She has the cure for our restless apprehension.
She gives us the will to strive.

She cures our collective broken heart.
She gives us strength in the need of the hour.
She is Freyja.
We wake up the Goddess who empowers.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20221023