A prophetess and a leader, who stood by the water.

She led the women and danced.

Influenced her parents to remarry so the people could be renewed, and carried a spring for the people who were thirsty for a new time. Exile is too long, they sang. But how long? Night came. A ruckus, a shake. "Up from bitter waters" would always be her name. A process. And anyone who resembled her, came from a dark place. How to move people into the light was a huge decision. She did not hesitate. With a shout and a smile she gave drums to them and led the way out of the darkness and into a new day. Dedicated to words of peace. She even became a midwife, a healer of many. Processing deep, looking into a person’s soul can become the hardest day job… She let the waves sweep over the people - let the sea become silent; salt dried up on the cells of their skin.

When their shouts become more then anyone can bear
she cried for them and made them dance and sing.
Summoning the water to come,
(people are just in the way sometimes)
There is no simple answer to hardship
mired in the dark
looking for a way out again.
People could relate to this easily.
No easy answers in the dark.
A name is not only a simple reminder of a past archetype,
I am blessed to have this name and yet it haunts me all the time.

It’s easy to forget your real name and think everything is fine. When the past is on your shoulders and the path is undefined. Change your name again or always keep it near. If you know what is best; that you are not from here.