I am WOMAN.
wild spirit runs deep in my veins.
I stand here powerful, brave and strong as the wild wolves gather around me once again
I draw my sword and defend the child inside once more.
She reminds me of who I am when I forget. And I forget often .
The reflection of the past staring back innocently.
in the puddles that once tried to drown me.
I am WOMAN.
Now i dance. I dance in delight in those magnificent drips And drops that Fall down my face along the fibre of being and like honey to my ears they whisper
“ you are not dead yet!”
I look lovingly into my own eyes and tell myself
“ I am a motherfucking masterpiece”
Oh how I love this wonderful. messy. life.
The hurt.. oh what an honour.
The pain.. oh what a joy.
To feel. Is simply extraordinary.
To really feel . love . Even if it’s not reciprocated is dining out with transcendence in its finest suit.
You catch yourself realising this is simply a clear reflection of me witnessing you witnessing me and
are so fucking beautiful
It’s a moment of awe.
A perfect mirror image of my perception of you at this time.
I close my eyes and I can still feel the old Fallen bark snap crackle and Pop under my tiny, weathered feet.
I look up!
I had never seen as many stars as what I did as a child. And now When i look up to see you my moon You remind me that my darkness is as beautiful as my light. And when you gently kiss the sun goodnight and tuck her rays into those dark velvet sheets of the evening sky I am reminded so elegantly of the ghost of you.
I am WOMAN.
And I take a vowel to you my moon that I will live as violently as the storm embraces the sea and as gently as the dust that settles around me ...
you saw my moon.
You watched him break My heart into a thousand pieces like the finest ceramics
dropping in slow motion out of a moving plane with no paraShute but ... Isn’t it wonderful ? that every one of those minuute insatiable cracks is Letting that delicious golden light in to shine shine shine.
Briefly. Gloriously. Into mine .
I am WOMAN .
And I will plant that seed of sweetness in you until it grows so wildly like an enchanting Amazon in me.
I am WOMAN and I stand strong.
like A wild tree that’s withstood the hands of time. I won’t be moved anymore because my roots were always mine and these branches have endured more than their brittle little twigs could ever fathom.
So I shall smell the scent of the finest roses and feast on the essence of why we are here.
To dive head first.. with arms wide open wholeheartedly into the pain and the love
that is the inevitable
With Wild eyes
I am WOMAN