Treewalk

I want to tear off these clothes,
walk naked away from...
toward...
inward.

I want to paint my body
with the ash of my Need Fire,
mixed with the pulp of flowers;
Trace the contours of my curves
with promises
to get my eyes into the moonlight
more often,
and run with the spirits of animals
in sunshine.

I want to toss my wild hair
at the wind as I smile
at the past.
And write it's history in tears
across the pictures I trace in the sand,
before I dance on it;
dance my freedom,
choose my path
and cut it out of the earth.
I am
powerful, loving and unafraid!