I sit on the shore.
In a white dress with my legs folded.
Bum on the wet ground.
Nails digging into the brown soil.
I try to see through the fogginess…
Is it my brain that’s foggy or the mist between the cliffs.
I can’t remember how I got here, which makes me think this is a dream.
If it is, it must be a powerful one, the smell of salt and dirt fills my nostrils.
I open my eyes to a formation of women around me.
Not in a circle but as scattered as the rocks.
Not looking at me, but through me.
Not in the afterlife, but not so much in this life either.
I get up and walk closer to them.
These faces. These beautiful faces look like mine even though they are not.
Different hues I can see are all reflected in mine.
The beauty spots on my nose, are freckles on one of the women’s cheeks.
She unlike all the others turns to look at me,
I see her. Me.
With no words uttered, she tells me she has always been here. With me. That she never left.
That none of them have.
She says this, without words and the rest of them turn to me.
These women I seem to be the product of all surround me in protection.
I know this is real because it makes sense in my soul.
This feeling inside me is almost regal.
Knowing that I am a walking creation of this legacy.
Is my power.