A Wild Woman did not come here to please.
Or to fit in. She doesn’t need to play nice. Or good.
She no longer makes excuses for other’s unkind.
She knows only too well the heart breaking traps of being taken advantage of.
Her love and kindness.
Will attract many of a toxic heart.
And She will fall many times.
But it is in her power to re-rise.
1000 times more.
Such is her courage. Such is her light.
Like all things filled with the essence of life.
Some days She too forgets her Magick.
Whilst wearing her heart on her skin.
For all to see.
She crawls through the shadows.
Blood stained and filled with pain and fear.
Birthing her light.
Through rivers of tears.
Society does not teach her of all things wild.
Society teaches her to be on the right path.
To never leave the well trodden ways.
To fear the forest and its wildish soul.
She’s asked to run from the wolves.
And to shun their howl.
When deep within her heart.
She hears the call of the ancients.
The ones who came before her.
The witches, wise women and hags.
The herbalists and the readers of stars.
So, She goes on about her days.
Living her life. Day after day.
In all the right ways.
Not asking for more.
But trusting and believing.
The ones who claim her being too much and too sensitive.
Her magick is deemed senseless and without meaning.
Her wisdom illogical.
And ever so slowly her zest for life. Dims.
But remember. You cannot break a Woman of the Wild.
For the call from within is more power-full than the loudest of liars.
And the day comes.
When she decides to un-become what has never nourished her soul.
Within that one sacred moment.
Of first awakenings.
Lies her whole future in its glorious rebellious unfolding.
And so. After spending years in the shadows of doubt.
She begins to heal herself.
One day at the time.
As She leans into all She is.
She’s unafraid to show her true self.
She embraces all emotions.
Unattached to the lies of eternal happiness.
Her bravery is fierce.
Her heart wide open. She’s loving.
But be warned.
Take advantage of her kind.
And she’ll throw you to her wolves.
To feast on your toxic flesh.
She’s becoming unapologetic in her ways.
Rejecting all that no longer can contain her star-dusted heart.
After spending lifetimes explaining and defending what she knows.
And being placed on pyres of lies for her truth.
She no longer burns that way.
Instead. She holds herself close.
A Woman of the Wild has earned her wild flowered crown.
When the skies are open and the the clouds cry from the heavens.
She fears not the dark nor does she live in constant light.
She’s a being of all seasons.
Some days life will still tell her lies.
But fierce She’ll still keep walking.
Back home to her.
Because. Nothing and no one.
Can stop a Woman.
Who follows the call. Back. To her wild.
The ancient witch has come.
To collect those broken bones.
And free from the closet of lies.
What must be released.
She is fierce in her love and fiery in her soul.
She is You. Me. And all who hear the call of her wild natured spirit.
From the ashes, we shall re-arise with her.
The great-granddaughters of the ones they couldn’t burn.
The great-granddaughters of the witches that knew of all things magick.
The hotter the flames the higher we shall soar.
WE ARE SHE.
This is it.
Together. We. Rise.
We Are No Longer Sorry.
For Who We Are.
Empowered by her ancient spirit.
So mote it be.
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