Wild Woman
A poem
There's a deeper part of me no one has seen.
Layers of soul cloaked in mystery and magic. Ancient and cosmic.
Sometimes I will catch glimpses of her alone in the dark kneeling at my altar, speaking intention, swaying to a melody only I can hear.
Vanilla oil, candlelight, symbols, ritual, incense, dried rose petals.
These are the moments she whispers to me, waiting in the dark for me to come to her.
To set her free.
~ Wild Woman