Article voiceover
The Lighting pierced the night and fog.
In a roar She spoke.
Find yourself.
As the veil of perfection.
Is stripped from your being.
And the wants that had lain dormant.
Breakthrough.
The edges.
A forest.
Rising from your skins.
Find yourself.
As you stand bare.
To the wild.
As you breach your own borders.
Hips and stories and mess spilling from what had once been.
An ocean.
Frozen.
In fear.
Of being seen.
As the myth and monster.
You are no longer willing to hide.
Find yourself.
As the howls and oration.
Shatter propriety.
And you are left.
Shimmering.
Aching.
Needing.
And without pretense.
Find yourself.
Most certainly.
Alive.
*****
In darkness and density…
With love and fire~
Jo Anna
Brilliant! I can almost see myself
In it.
This is gorgeous.