SHE ... A WOMAN ...

She waited.
She listened.
Her eyes clouded by tears.
So relieved
she didn’t need to be anything
except her beautiful Self.

How gorgeous she was
walking in the rain
her face turned towards the sky
the magical sound of her laughter
feeding the birds flying by.

Her shackles thumping to the ground
She found freedom
she found love
in the depths of her precious heart
Her Soul rising to meet her Beloved
Yesterday she howled at the moon
freeing her voice
of the restraints of society.
A wild wolf
Messy, beautiful, angry,

and everything in between.
Rolling in the mud
washing away shame and hurt.

Knowing, feeling
Independent Soul.
You, me, everyone
Rise now,
We are.