Elegy

Take me to the woods

to sleep, to feed, to wake

to howl, to congregate,

to find, my mate.

''A common theme in modern relationships, I think, is the guy who can't handle a successful woman (or, perhaps more accurately, a woman with balls.)''    * Alison Taylor

I realised something today, that most men are afraid of strong, self driven and creatively determined women. It is in their nature (a mixed up evolved westernised nature) to feel the need to exert their 'knowledge' and creative drive over a woman's, and woman, mostly, will listen (a good one at that she is) appreciate and soak up whatever it is he expresses (or boasts). 

As women, we work in silent ways, yet what lies within us is louder and stronger than what we dare to portray. It is wild, not wild in a destructive or chaotic sense, but wild in the natural sense..instinctual, alert, driven..along any given path we come across, and along our way we may come across many obstacles, many prey that deem to quieten us; to hunt us down to near extinction; to silent our howls to mere distant whispers. But no matter how strong their weapons or hurtful expressions, our whisper of a voice still remains, and always will, because we're still here, and we still carry on, but whilst we do, we must learn to recognise this voice within us, and learn that she must not be quietened but encouraged, no matter how much we may be taunted; poked and pricked by man-made weapons, (however subtle they may at first appear to be), laughed and sneered at beyond comprehension. No matter how vile and weary the road may seem, if we stick with our instincts; eyes and ears alert to our surroundings, we will find our way, we always have.

She does all she can to protect me, to protect me from myself.

She is me and I am She.

Trust that voice, you know the one I mean, for I am speaking to it now.

Trust it. Trust yourself.

Na'ashjeii Asdzaa 

No man, or woman, shall ever burn out my fire, no matter how much time they spend wasting their own energies on trying to put me down; pissing their insecurities all over me; bad mouthing me, as I dare to speak my own true voice, my wild voice, my chi.

I am who I am, liked or not.

There's nothing but love and blood that runs through my veins, and I ain't ashamed to bleed.