I traveled a great distance to be here and now.
Across vast craggy mountains I climbed, stumbled and fell. Clinging to rock with bare fingers and broken nails, I thought I would die. I did not.
Crawling, I continued, on hands and knees through bushes and briars, whose branches tangled and pulled at my hair, whose thorns ripped at my flesh.
Bloody and bruised I have emerged. Heavily pregnant and strong. Ready to give birth to new ideas, to transform all that I touch.
I traveled a great distance to be here, and now,
I am not going back.
She used to be me. That is, I used to be she.
I have since unzipped and stepped out of her skin, quite literally.
I could not speak of her then, as I could never, ever, see, the massive forest for the surrounding trees.
She was the walking wounded. The prey. Or predator maybe.
Either way, now she is me. I am she, and I can very, very, clearly see.