Free form bonding

So I have decided instead of writing
another poem
about the lack of
my missing parts
my searches
my take stock of
all
that
is
wrong
I would let this flow
TESTIFY
to
all
that is so
RIGHT
We women soar together in a flock of silken wings
and moonsongs
Searching soothing swaying moving to the rhythm
of the music of our sisterhood
offering words to
if
not
heal
a troubled spirit ...then at least to
patch it ....mend it
sharing our coveted threads freely
with
those
like the Emperor
that haven't
a
clue
they have NOTHING on
Yeh
we women
we sisters of the tribe
are
real
good like that
We shes are strong
we are blessed
with Grace
along beside the waters
of discontent
we fill our cups
and
drink
to
LIFE"