The Woman I Long To Be
The woman I longed to be wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone.
She never gave up.
She never gave in.
She didn’t fret over spilled milk.
She lapped it up, licked her chops and grinned a grin a good friend would grin.
With a twinkle in her eye, she let you know she was in your side.
She was fierce and wild and uncontrollable.
She didn’t hush her steps
Or lower her voice.
She didn’t quiver in the dark.
She faced her demons and theirs too.
She breathed love and fire into the hearts of all who were willing to be lit ablaze and ride the dragon with her.
She reveled in the heat.
She spoke up.
She stood up.
She stormed the shores of despair
And blew up fences of lies and deadened dreams.
She shook awake the souls of those who forgot they were already awake.
She stood on mountain tops
Topless
Bottomless
And bellowed her joy
Into the wind.
She reached for stars
And gave them to her friends as sweet treats
that decayed all time and binds.
She planted flowers in the sea beds and rode the waves of suffering, holding hands with fellow travelers until they arrived safely.
The woman I longed to be
Came to me
Wrapped in snakes and leaves and honey
She invited me into her home
And offered me a cup of tea.
She told me of her journey,
of the traps and triumphs
Of her loves, of her children
And her dreams.
She told me of her losses, sorrows and blunders.
Her heart high, her head low.
Humbled, polished, whole and strong.
I asked her how I could be like her.
She said she had paved the way and handed me a key.
She extended the invitation to return home and
said it’s up to me,
To be the woman I longed to be.
Copyright © 2017 Vanessa Elle Wilde
www.vanessaellewilde.com
