She comes out of the misty woods. Naked and untamed.
Reborn from her own ashes.
Rebel, Wild One & magickal Witch.
There is wildfire in her eyes.
And where she walks embers glow into the darkest of nights.
She runs alongside wolves.
And speaks without words.
She howls at the red midnight moons.
Takes what She wants.
Gives back only if She wishes.
Never ever hides away.
Lives amongst the trees.
She is fearless, dark and mysterious.
Her eyes tell endless tales of former lives.
She is haunted by her own destiny.
She is alone, She is all there is.
She is here to heal the wounds. Inflicted by the ones who claim to know.
She wanders the forests in a red cloak of heavy flesh and bone.
The fabric of skin filled with her heavy tears.
The stake they drove into her heart centuries ago.
Still holding her in a tight grip.
She bows to no one.
She embraces life in a different way.
As she awaits her dreams to be caught for her to see.
She closes her eyes.
For one day her bleeding heart will stop its painful beat.
Then her soul will arise.
She walks through the myths of time.
Forwards and backward in her timeless space.
She is being pulled by the past whilst being pushed by envy of the future She.
As she starts to remember her long hidden feelings.
She recalls her spirit.
What her heart tries to hide whilst it bleeds more than life has to give.
She allows herself to awaken.
To become who She is.
As She removes the stake of lies and betrayal from her heart.
Her soul is ready to reveal its secrets to the world.
Her fear vanishes to create space for her divine powers.
She is needed.
Now more than ever.
She is ready to come to life.
After all this time.
She is slowly awakening through ceremony.
One heavy step at the time.
She is without a name and without time.
She is fierce in her love and fiery in her soul.
She is me and I am her.
She is the sacred cycle of all things living and long gone.
Moon and Sun.
Darkness and Light.
The ever-changing seasons of blossoming death.
She is the ebb and flow of life.
Heartbeat after heartbeat.
She is all there is.
I am letting her rise.
She embraces me and visits me in my dreams.
Day or night.
She is patiently awaiting my rejoining her.
It is time for me to make my preparations.
She is getting close.
I welcome her fully and wholeheartedly.
She is me and I am her.
She is only one heartbeat away.
My next heartbeat.
The stake removed after centuries.
I walk through the myths of time with her.
I can never go back.
I am with her.
Forever as one.
We have found each other.
Our hearts and souls reunited through time and space.
She is I and I am her.
Together We Rise.
**For further soul re-wilding Heart Rehfull-heartedly recommends Woman Most Wild, three keys to liberating the witch within by Danielle Dulsky