Dives head first into her barren lands of drought filled skies and dark clouds.
In fog she ascends to the highest rock.
In storm she swings from the strongest trees.
Even as she bleeds, she wipes the blood on her sleeves.
She expands her wings and continues to fly free.
Divinely wrapped, unapologetically self kept
She runs with the sun, prays under full moons, she swoons
For miles she strides across mountain tops.
Treads softly as each chain that lingers from the mundane gives way
Freedom is all she breathes.
She still falls, she still bends
but no longer does she break.
In the midst of all she feels, she heals.
Peace lingers from her inceptionous dreams.
Throught the veil, over rivers and streams,
From the earth she embodies all energy and strength.
Savage, vicious, she may stumble but her steps rumble quakes.
They touch heavns gate.
She does not stop.
There is no i can or will not.
She glides the waves of depths oceans deep,
Alongside her guides of spirit,
Bless that vibrant, bold, vivacious, battle warrior,
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