Monday, January 20, 2020

A Woman of My Own

I have ran
With the wolves
Way too long
It is time to run
On my own
Mark my territory
Set boundaries
And fight with nails
And teeth for
My hunt...
I am nobody's
Woman
But my own.


No comments:

Do you see His work?

 When you look around And smile at the beauty   of a bright sunny sky When you hear  birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies  Working...