I Am A Wild Woman

I am a wild woman.

I do not fit inside the box that has been created for my gender. I do not belong inside any box that is built by anyone’s hands but my own. Only I can possibly know the unique and exact space that my soul can fill and my words can describe.

I am a wild woman.

I am rage and pain and anguish. I do not hide it even though you tell me too. I am aflame. I blaze. You will look directly at me even if it burns your eyes because you realize what you have for so long chosen not to see. A new path. A new way. A freedom. An awakening. I am you and you are me.

I am a wild woman.

I am softness but don’t mistake it for weakness. I know when to follow but I know when to lead. I know when to let things die and I know when to live. I am intuition. I am ancient. I am new. I am nature. I am magic. I am witchcraft.

I am a wild woman.

I am something to be conquered. I am something to be beaten down, to tire out. I am something used to justify control, manipulation and obsession on every level. I am a liar even when I speak the truth. I am the truth. I am all there is and ever was. I am the feminine.

I am a wild woman.

I am hope. I am rebirth. I am a journey. I am the destination. I am motherhood. I am bravery. I am love. I am light. I am kindness. I am compassion. I am strength. I am resilience. I am pain resurrected into beauty. I am night giving birth to day. I am safety. I am wonder.

I am a wild woman.

I am.