A Woman Become

Like the crystal blue waters of a raging river

That flow unbound, wild and free

So does the wandering gypsy spirit

That lives within the scarlet red heart of me

I am pure, but not stitched only in iridescent white light

For underneath my fraying seams resides a darkness too

Like the illuminating rays of the ever-burning amber sun

Dance in contrast, with the moody silver lining of the moon

My written words are my midnight magic, a modern medicine if you will

Woven with love and activations for those who feel the call

To swim in the cerulean depths of my inner ocean

Soaking up the rich-like-emerald-velvet potency of it all

For I have once lost myself where the browning forest weeds were thick

And I have kissed with wine-stained lips the cold rock bottom floors

But I kept bravely walking down the stone-paved road less travelled

Blushing pink with uncertainty, as I dared to open all the unmarked doors

Piece by precious pearl piece

I’m here to learn, understand and report back as I come to know

I feel this green and earthly world on the deepest of levels

And live outside the lines of conventional reason, where the wildflowers grow

Adorned in many divine layers of black, white and gold

Embellished in this colourful life from which I no longer run

I AM an artist and creator who has proudly reclaimed her soul’s truth

A caterpillar turned butterfly…

A Woman become.