The she, she
I was thinking about role models
I remembered
As a child
In the care of the she, she
The crone
The there and not there
The wise old eagle
Pulled the feathers from her breast
To make a nest
The she, she
She, she
Handed me over
I still saw her
Rarely
No words for longing
Dismissed from the presence
Banished from the garden
I had not eaten the apple
I had no knowledge
I wanted independence
I wanted distance
I wanted to be the wise crone
I can see now
I worked on this
Life goals
The path that I am on will not take me
Where I want to be
It's an arid desert
I don't want to be the crone
I just wanted her