A Man from the Trees

I went to the trees, and I asked them to send me a man.

A man, I begged, that could love me for me, a leader, a scholar, a family.

They shushed back, wait my child, a man is not what you need.

So I left, and returned again in misery.

I don't understand, why can't you send him to me?

I am so lost, and I need someone to lead.

They sighed, Hush my child, what you need is to just be.

Be? What is it, that this man will need me to be?

A maiden, a mother, a temptress ~ all three?

I begged the trees for an answer, but none spoke in a silent treaty.

So I returned to the world

To become everything a man might desire from me.

The storms persisted and the horrors pursued and with each cry for love

I shed a piece of myself at his feet, and donned at new silhouette, just say the word

Is this who you want? Is this who I should be? A dove ~

Covering myself in feathers discarded by other birds.

Until I’d forgotten the stark opalescent I once was, that others sing of.

Battered and worn, broken and mended, I returned to the trees.

And I rested, and let out the pain and sorrow the world had bestowed upon me,

A gentle whisper, hush my child, haven’t you learned what you really need?

You need to be the woman you are, the layers that fit, that allow you to breathe

A man is not what you need, but you may choose one, once the unveiling is complete,

As long as he is begging to worship at your feet.