I am unleashing the caged woman She must face her demon Put an end to this famine of the wild A barren land where nothing grows Where things go to wither and die
A too tame life hungers her soul Her life-giving water long abandoned A disconnect with her instinctual nature Too much noise within her silence Rendering her deaf to her own hearts song
She will not be hostage I will not stand witness to her starvation She must reclaim, re-build, re-emerge I will let her breath, run wild, scream She will rekindle her own fire
prosecutor of the unquestioned status quo She will no longer be of service Her soul will not volunteer for enslavement Farewell starved soul and self-imposed silence Run wild, dance, be loud, thrive, rewild
I wrote this piece mid-last year. I was going through a self-created cycle of madness, which I could not seem to break. After a lot of introspective journaling and reflection, I knew I had to get back to her, the wild woman. I could not hide behind “I’m okay, I don’t need help, leave me alone”. I was constantly picking fights with my husband not realizing my fight was internal. I had to go home and collect her from where I had abandoned her. When she started to break through the facade, the change was undeniable. My relationship to self flourished and with it my marriage.
Chaos is part of life, losing our footing as well, but may we always find a way back to our wild woman.