~ A Self Portrait Project ~  October 2017


{ to her wilderness}


she is lost

yearned, churned and hushed

she is drying out

her thirst keeps her awake

seeking, digging her way in

and out

and through

and in again

her self at stake

lifting the veil

feeling deep

she listens, she hears the echoes from far ago, they speak

yielding, waiting, to create

to lay it all out

spilling, sobbing, pushing – she cracks

her bare heart

“there you are” “here I am”

she gives life, she is life

she is love and she is here

her heart; like the moon, to those who hold her

she is in here

breathing each breath

being each breath

she stands and flows

she is free

and she is wild