No Longer Cloaked In Disguise

She’s alone but never lonely,

Her heart bound within her lone wolf status,

Caged howls whisper to the moon in the dark sky,

Peacefully slumbering in the arms of solitude,

Gifted with courage.

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She hears the whispers of the leaves as they part their secrets,

Feels Mother Nature’s tears as she cries her destruction,

Knows the fierceness bred within her bones

Are the true definition of freedom,

Of raw strength.

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She feels the momentum of the earth’s constant turning,

Gravity weighing her ancestors dreams in reality,

As her feet pitter patter the trails once the moonlight sleeps,

Anchoring her wisdom deeply in her ageless cells,

Cloaking her in the security of fate’s true purpose.

**

She laughs in the face of man’s disrespect,

Knowing she herself travels far from perfection,

What with her struggles of friendship,

Hounded heart coveted in her shadow personality,

An enemy of torture, pain and broken-heartedness.

**

Is she truly one of the lost?

Or secretly surrendering her leader of the pack status?

Fingertips tickle the edges of happiness,

And dreams resolute in the face of her past nightmares,

Fortifying her armour, her soul laid bare.

**

Her pride has taken a fall from its lofty height,

And consciousness streams on windless days,

The chill of the shadow creeps upon her open eyes,

As she waits — patiently waits,

For what? She hasn’t a clue!

**

Caresses of warmth wards her from her impending demise,

Because time rushes on regardless,

Instead she travels the roads less trodden,

Pioneering the crevasses of her insanity, her humanity,

Learning who she is capable of ever becoming.

**

Remember the timidity that once woke with the dawn?

Now discarded like an old skin, shed with courage,

Defeat is no longer within her repertoire,

An old language gracefully discarded,

To stand tall as the woman you meet here today!