Who is She?

You are whole and open while you freefall to WHO,

The feathers of fear falling away so soon.

There’s pain as you pluck away shame, guilt and hurt.

As you become more bare you ask, “what am I worth?”

With your protective covering gone your skin feels raw,

But you can feel the air more as you continue to freefall.

You’re bare, broken, beautiful, and boundless

As you begin to fly – you feel light surround this.

She’s radiant, still, with spirit, and new –

She’s your WHO.