This is she,
You don’t own her,
You don’t tell her what to do,
She is a Queen,
The Wild One...
Draped in hues of purple,
Light glimmering across her breasts,
Curves wild and voluptuous,
Eyes that glow radiant.
Free from constraints,
Taller than you or even she has ever known,
Falling into her own,
Confident, sexy, yet ever so curious.
The ideas have fallen into place,
Doors have opened,
Though some closed, it was essential,
The Wild had entered.
The pain no longer there festering,
Laughter had healed old wounds,
Tears no longer drowned her thoughts,
There was strength in her presence.
A knowing change had come,
She had come into her own,
A new beginning…
She had found her ‘Wild Woman’.
-BK DIECI -