I am
She who knows
I am
here to grow
I will not be denied
or the soul dies
Wild Woman
roaming
hunting
seeking
I growl
I howl
longing
to be
to see
free
buried deep
hidden long
denied no more
ready
hunches quiver
alert
scarred
and bloody
I rise
I strive
I’ve survived
Now,
I thrive
Wild Woman
will not be
denied
I am
She Who Knows
and
I own it.