She is the darkness that walks in the shadows,
Unseen but present in every day life.
She is the voice of the warrior woman
On point, tactless, angry, but there all the same.
She is the rage that screams to get out,
She wants to be heard,
To scream and to shout!
She is what many men fear in a woman,
The strength of the universe trapped in a prison.
Prison it is to be just as you are. But you fear her too, the she that you are.
‘She’ hears the drum,
‘She’ feels the rythmn,
She needs to dance to the beat in her bosom.
But she is the darkness that walks in the night, just out of sight, the beauty you fight.
She is the wild woman dancing within you,
She is the powerful goddess within,
Try as you might ‘she’ is within you,
Dancing her dance as you put up your fight.
She is not maiden, mother or crone,
She is the wild woman back on her throne.
She was forgotten, belittled and quietened,
But this is no more as the wild women rise.
Praise be for those stepping out of the shadows.
Praise be for those being honest and raw.
Praise be for those who honour the she.
Praise be for those who now open that door.
She is the darkness that welcomes the shadow, for without the darkness we would not see light,
She is the balance so desperately needed, for women to see they were perfectly right.
Honour your wildness, honour your fight, honour your shadow and honour your light.
She is not fearsome, she is not crazy, she is your own self in beautiful flight.