I am the Maid
I am the Mother
I am the Crone
I am the Fourth

I am the roughness of the Earth beneath my feet and
I am the crashes of the waves on the rocky shore and
I am the rain splashing on your skin and
I am the wind that wipes away each season

My body breathes life as it creates and destroys simultaneously
The push and pull of life itself coursing its way through my body
The methods of the Moon guide my body as she morphs into her true form
Artemis claims me as hers

I am, but Woman
Standing still on the Earth that isn’t ready for me
Though I have been here billions of years
Man cannot fathom I am Woman.