True shape

Is this who I am meant to be,
a forest, a sacred tree,
a bedewed clearing?

Is that what you like to see,
a beast unhinged, free,
meeting another wild thing?

Is this what you want of me,
a she-wolf, a bird, a lioness,
not just a body, but a garden?

By nature's subtle decree
in the pit of darkness
a sole truth, not a burden?

Look at us, the left behind,
the forgotten, the strange,
so powerful, yet so shy.

It took time, but the wind
came with a change
and made us meet eye to eye.

9 de dezembro de 2019