Walk in the Wild

She always felt
the Wolf somehow beneath-
and heard
the breath and rustle
of it’s feet.
She finally relented
crouching down to face,
the one who gave
her writing
all it’s wildish grace.
She looked into her eyes
and saw her soul
by being wise enough
to touch
her wolfish mind.
Then as their hearts combined
the souls
they couldn’t tame,
their breath exhaled as if
they were
one and the same.
Thereafter –
she refused to be denied
the Love, and Words, and Dance
she felt
were Justified.
She stepped into her power,
thus discerning lies
that some would use as weapons
to dehumanize.
She learned and loved
her shadows
as a precious child
until She-as her Wolf
could rule the Wild.

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