I can hear her rumble in the deepest part of me,
A kind of hunger that calls from a desire I haven’t discovered yet.
She is angry but strong,
Raw and unapologetic,
Howling for more and less
At the same time.
What does it mean to walk in tall waters
With the tide rising taller each day?
I stand in my skin
And yearn for another worldly body,
One that can survive more
Than mine ever could.
This feminine call
Is not afraid of darkness
Yet, she swallows it whole
Knowing it won’t consume her.
She hunts yet she cares for her young,
She fought her wars and is prepared for more,
And her sword is swift yet small.
I believe in the wolf woman,
I believe she’s in me
And she’s in you.
She is not afraid of what they will say
She’s not afraid of letting it all go
Let yourself howl,
And give them hell
Rip them to shreds,
If the wild tells you to.