Wild Woman

There is a wild woman within me.

She travels the earth, soaring in the skies, blazoned by fire, and gliding through the waters.

The rain kisses her cheeks, drenching her soul, reviving her.

She wraps herself in the forest growths and a shroud of darkness, clothed in their protection,

The fragrance of herbs and elements caress her skin providing her a sweet perfume.

She runs through the wild abyss, her path coursing through my veins.

Around a ring of fire, she dances and sings, bathed in moonlight and stardust.

Surrounded by wisps of smoke, weaving through her fingers and hair,

The ancestors whisper to her, sharing secrets yet to be known to the world.

She is the guardian of their secrets, seeking truth and delivering their messages.

Outside of her earthy haven, the venom of the ill-hearted constricts upon the soul.

Gazing toward the moon, beating her breasts, she lets out an earth shattering cry.

Her battle cries rattle my bones, shaking me to my very core, awakening my spirit.

She fights for the light, standing against malice and deprivation.

I listen for her calls, her cries breaking through the heavens and the hearts of others.

She calls for silence and solitude.

Openness and togetherness.

She calls for us.

For the discontented, restless, and broken hearted.

The free spirits, bohemians, and misfits.

Join with her. Fight alongside her.

Blend our battle cries into a melody of fierceness and boldness.

Shake the world with our melody, breaking the grasp of bitterness and ignorance.

Run with her. Soar with her.

She takes on to heights and depths unknown before. Shattering our preconceived horizons.

Awakening the soul, mind, and life within ourselves.

She darts to another corner of her realm, staying the course, covered in mystery.

This wild woman remains within me.

She is my wild woman.

I am this wild woman.