The Maiden She-Wolf

 It's all coming back to me now. 

I remember being a wolf, 

prowling around stocking the territory around me 

making my home where I please.

A nomad that makes home everywhere. 

I remember my pack, 

The family that never left me alone 

my protectors the ones that weren't

afraid to make me look in still waters 

to find myself 

to regain control of the self that wanted to be freer. 

I remember being respected 

not looked like a common mutt, 

yet Majestic something that was beard with respect, 

something that wasn't paraded around like a pet, 

I remember not needing to be

given treats but treated myself 

with nights strolls 

underneath the stars 

a sky full of a thousand fireballs 

the moon became my best friend 

a best friend that left but always returned. 

I remembered the first night it came out and 

there were no clouds to hide it, 

I remember saying hello 

the rest of my family 

my pack greeted it 

giving us their blessing, 

I remember the night 

I said I loved the moon 

the stars twinkled a little bit brighter that night 

the night breeze wisped through my hair 

the flowers generally caught within

the breeze in vivid colors, 

I felt so lost, yet so found so many times 

following the breeze an out of body

experience wherever it took me, 

but I always returned back to my body 

just to do it all over again the next night. 

I remember having to make my own shelter 

an enterprise, 

the pride I felt when I made my own mansion out of rocks, 

a cave that fits me perfectly.

I remember being a hawk 

up all night becoming friends with the Stars,  

the warmth provided by the moon. 

I remember soaring above the clouds my troubles,

the anxiety of not knowing what will come

by hitting me like swampy heat. 

The wind blowing between my feathers the

sweet milky nectar still collecting thickly within the wind. 

I will remember soaring above sole limits that 

I've set for myself making observations of new lands,

branches the land on. 

I remember making shelter picking every branch warm cloth 

I could find sewing them together in such crochet-like motions

like dancing, the wind rustling between the leaves,

the grass, and surrounding fields of flowers provided the melody

the provided the tempo that provided me with the insights of the Right moves.

I remember being a shape-shifter

being both at separate times 

or both all at once 

I remember Loving having the territory of the sky and ground 

as my own domain 

not having to answer to anybody as to what I'm supposed to be doing 

I loved being able to help others of my kind 

to grab this chance of a lifetime to make it their own 

to have mansions in trees and on land. 

To not let anybody tell you that you can only be one or the other, 

I reminded them that we are a pack

that we are family 

that we can be both and do not have to answer to anybody at all 

we are our own kings and queens in this world is our kingdom.

I woke up 

I remember still being human, 

looking around the world in small fragments that I couldn't overstep. 

I remember wishing I had wings 

to soar above my pains and worries on. 

I remember wishing I could prowl around making territories wherever I please, 

making mansions in rocks, 

not having to worry about following other orders.

I remember being me 

telling myself that all mentioned can be. 

I remember looking in the mirror 

gazing in my own eyes 

telling myself it will be, 

in due time.