Untamed

She is right, you know.

We, as women, hold our power.

We can bring ourselves back.

It’s within us.

The power within our wombs,

Our souls.

We are as ancient as the earth

And that wild nature is within us.

We hold those feminine secrets.

We are strong

and continually rise again

Nothing can break us.

We rise up out of the ground

Tall and strong

Like the trees.

Our branches reaching for the sunlight

So it can warm our hearts.

Our feet bound tight,

Our connection to our roots.

We age gracefully

Like those trees that embrace their imperfections.

Our gnarly bits,

Our ugly bits,

But yet beautiful inside and out.

Sometimes we break

And the inside of us becomes exposed.

But still that root holds strong.

We can snap and fall,

But always send off new shoots

And grow again.

Our emotions are like water.

Never static,

Always flowing and moving

And we must allow them to move.

To run the course they need to run

Like the ever flowing rivers and creeks.

Bubbling noisly over rocks,

Yet sometimes silent.

Sometimes that emotion is as cold as ice.

Sometimes as warm as the ocean on

A hot summer’s day.

Feel it,

Expose it for all to see.

Women hold their power.

It’s time to show we are wild,

We are strong,

We can carry ourselves

And go wherever we need to go.

When those women are together,

We are like a forest.

Connected, strong

Supporting each other.

Through the roots that no-one sees.

An underground connection.

No-one can untangle those roots,

For they have been there for many years.

And when there is a forest,

There is strength.

And I’ve found my forest.