one day, i'll be this woman.

one day, i'll be the kind of woman who does not hunger for love
who drips it from her soul that collects it from the sky, and kisses the ground whenever she forgets that everything's connected


one day, i'll be the kind of woman who knows the beauty of her body when she moves
who feels its magic in her muscles and is not afraid to be so tenaciously alive


one day, i'll be the kind of woman who holds her power quietly
who comes home to the eternal wisdom of her impermanence and the reasonable wonder of pinecones


one day, i'll be the kind of woman who can receive power
without freezing in fear that it'll destroy her
without pretending that anything material survives
without wishing she could hold on to control


one day, i'll be the kind of woman who lets healing happen to her like a tongue slowly licking every inch of her tender skin
who melts into her fear and also into her freedom
who knows what it means to melt


one day, i'll be the kind of woman who doesn't talk about vulnerability, but hears its silent blessing, feels its loving terror, dreams of meeting its next messenger


one day, i'll be the kind of woman who glows from the center of her soul
who winks wild invitations that puts chills down your spine
without trying
without trying
without trying


one day, i'll be the kind of woman who doesn't fight her raw expression
who goes far enough to scare herself, and then still takes three steps further
until she realizes there are no edges
to the raucous of feminine force
and no one righteous enough to stop her
from knowing her own strength


one day, i'll be the kind of woman who stays
when thunder roars in the belly of disbelief
i'll be the kind of woman who sees the whole sky light up in purple fire, royal flames


one day, i'll be the kind of woman no one can name