Saturday, May 19, 2007


The snow, so white and pristine
Is only a cover for what's underneath
While I am not
I've been disgraced and chased
robbed and beaten
until innocence is no longer there
But unlike the snow which melts
With the coming spring
I am still here, wiser for it all
What once caused horror and pain
Has now become me

I am a glorious creature
No longer a girl, but something more
I am La Loba, La Huesera, and Dakini
I am old and I am young
Though no longer naieve
Who once was chased by shadows and doubt
Now the predator
I collect bones of myself
The hopes and thoughts and dreams
And give them life once more
I sing them into being
Bring them back from the dead
For I am Wild Woman, ever changing and free
Robin Pitt

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