I was born in the woods,
 

 Berry stained lips,
 Twigs adorned hair,
 Rain bedewed cheeks.
 

 I took my first step in the mountains,
 

 Rock bruised knees.
 Pine fragrant skin.
 Torrent frozen feet.
 

 And down the valley,
 Into the city.
 To reality,
 

 I lost my way.
 
 Trying to hear the birdsong.
 Trying to understand the story of the moon.
 Trying to find my way back to the wild.
 

 And then, the wind blew hard…
 

 I lost my footing.
 I lost my direction.
 I lost my name.
 

 I was his.
 But he was never mine.
 

 Under the full moon,
 In the clearing of a forest,
 By a roaring campfire,
 

 I found a sisterhood of women
 I found a sisterhood of the untamed
 I found a sisterhood of wolves. 
 

 Their words were like balms.
 Their heart songs were like a spark.
 Their wisdom was like a revelation.
 

 A reminder.
 A recalling.
 A return….
 

 To my own wild self.
 

 I cried and dried their tears.
 I laughed and heard them laugh. 
 I roared and they roared with me.
 

 The moon waxed and waned.
 The leaves grew and fell.
 The great tit sang and left.
 

 It was time to leave.
 

 I kept on walking until their voices were like whispers.
 I kept on walking until their faces were like dreams.
 I kept on walking until their words were branded in my soul.
 

 In the silence,
 I could hear myself again.
 

 In the darkness,
 I could see myself again.
 

 In the stillness,
 I could move myself again.
 

 Dance
 Walk 
 And swim. 
 

 I found the ocean. 
 

 The waves beckoning me.
 The blue color soothing me.
 The sand pulling me in. 
 

 And I swam. 
 

 My hair like the nets of a mermaid.
 My skin finally cleared of all those wounds. 
 My limbs stretching and growing.
 

 When I came out of the water,
 

 Dark long tangled hair like seaweed,
 Covered in blue from ankles to wrist, 
 Pushed forward by the waves,
 

 I was reborn.
 

 Short golden halo,
 Red lips,
 Sparkly finger.
 

 I went on.
 

 Aimlessly.
 Hopelessly,
 Tiredelessly. 
   
 A bird dropped a feather in my hair,
 A constellation drew a figure in the sky.
 A message in a bottle told me a story,
 

 Oh what a wonderful story. 
 

 A tale that could feed many lonely nights.
 A tale that could delight a tired heart.
 A tale that could show a new path.
 

 Full of dreams,
 Full of birds,
 and full of hopes,
 

 I found her again….
 

 That girl you never knew.
 That girl I never forgot.
 That girl I always longed for.
 

 Rosy cheeked,
 Mud splattered feet,
 Sparkly deep eyes.
 

 Oh she is back!
 

 Look at how she dances.
 Look at how she sings.
 Look at what she writes.
 

 You may never return.
 There may never be another.
 But I have her, but I have me.
 

 And so many songs in he death of night.
 And so many stories at every turning.
 And so many dreams in every sunset.
 

 Did you think you were the only dream I had?
 

 Oh you didn’t,
 You never thought about me… Did you?
 

 But I believed…
 

 You were the path I had to thread.
 You were a dream come true. 
 You were a story beyond stories.
 

 And now I just shrug.
 And now I just look up.
 And now I just spin.
 

 Around and around.
 

 There’s hope in my step.
 There are sparks in my thoughts.
 There are stories in my fingertips.
 

 I write and write.
 

 From the woods,
 To the mountains,
 To the sea….
 

 — and back to the woods. 
 

 Like the dance of the moon,
 Like the refrain of the seasons,
 Like the story of a drop of water. 
 

 Around and around.
 

 Like a dancer,
 Like a planet,
 Like a galaxy.
 

 All for a feather on my path.