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 naive
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.
