She is the wild laugh, heard from across the room; unabashed and fearless.
She is the quiet softness of the morning, filling you up with goodness; making you whole.
She is the scream and the wail as the pain ensues; the allower, the howler.
She gives birth to your children and licks your wounds.
She ravages your soul and rattles your bones; challenging, pushing, biting, spitting flames that burn you.
She is the protector of all things and holds on with harsh embrace.
She is maiden, mother and crone gone by, and back again.
She is woman.