She’s a wild one with a deep mystery that dances in her eyes.
Her heart can be broken in a million pieces and she looks unshaken and poised on the surface.
Don’t let her quiet calm fool you; a fire storm rages inside.
There is a passion that burns in the depths of her soul like a thousand fiery suns.
She is not one to be tamed or chained. Her song is one of freedom and her spirit soars along the endless skies.
Yes, she still falls apart.
But don’t expect her to unpack there or make anyone put the pieces back together for her. She knows this is an inside job.
She knows her strength, her capability and trusts in her intuition. She was born to do this and though sometimes she may stumble and fall she will always get back up.
She’s got this.
She takes words spoken as vows etched onto the walls of her heart.
She sees the world around her with an unblinking clarity that renders her sleepless.
Her creativity is a wave of light that consumes her readily and to this inspired Muse she gives her all.
She won’t dance to the drum or orders of others and she won’t be an extra in her own life.
She isn’t here to play invisible or to play small.
She is here to take center stage and to write her brilliant unfolding story with her own hand.
She is her own Captain.
She is not a game to be played; she is a sea to dive eternally deep.
She cannot be bought or sold for she is priceless beyond measure.
She is the alchemy of rebirth.
She dies to her old world with each breath and is reborn in the pause in between.
She is a warrior and has fought on battlefields than some may never know.
Her actions are ritual, her every movement sacred.
With her morning shower she summons the divine and with her first cup of coffee she invokes harmonious peace.
With each step she takes upon Mother Earth she walks the path of the Goddess.
She is the High Priestess manifesting magic-through her day and sky worshiper in the night as she pays homage to the Full Moon.
With a howl from her lips and a shake of her hips spells are woven in her midst.
She is the Phoenix and within her fingers she wields the ancient fires of transformation.
She will not accept scraps. Her spirit needs to be nourished and fed.
She is not looking to be saved but to be stood beside.
She doesn’t want the watered down; she wants full blood intensity.
She is not for everyone nor does she want to be.
She does not ask that you comprehend the tangle of magic knotted in her spirit.
She will not compress it and make it digestible for anyone.
She only invites those that are willing to shatter and break open upon her shores to flow into the depths of her heart.
She does not need to scream to be heard or demand the attention of every being.
She chooses her love consciously with every breath, attention and word.
She does not need a hundred suitors, only one true King that has wandered the depths of his soul and comes to her in his open truth ready to dance in her wild, mystical alchemy.
She has no need for anything less than the sacred surrender of real love.
For she is a wild Queen and to accept any less would be the worst kind of betrayal upon her heart.
Original: September 22, 2015/Edit: August 17, 2016