Just popped in…….

She hums and ha’s with melancholy;
She muses on her many follies.
She is no saint, thats for sure,
So wild is she deep in her core.
They call her mad yet she is other,
A wayward child of Our Great Mother.
They moan at her to change her ways;
To settle for more mundane days.
She sighs again with deep despair,
and lifts her head of lustrous hair.
She cannot give them what they want,
Submissive woman she is not!
Don’t cage her with your honeyed words,
A life unlived is not for her.
Turn her loose with happy heart,
I promise you she’ll play her part.
She’ll bring your life such joy but first
She has to slake her endless thirst
For living in between the worlds
Freed at last, her wings unfurl.
(c) Sandra A. Beal.
28th August, 2017