Athena

Her story is not closed
Between pages bound together
By temporary glue
It is open and free
Like her spirit
Moving, changing, rustling
In the breezes of her mind

In her frailest moments she is
Free to touch and explore
Her bare wilderness,
She has no shame for how
Much she has loved,
And lost

Her intuition,
moving with grace and patience
Through many storms
The blood sweat and tears she has shed
For deep seeded longing
That keeps her moving fearlessly

There is power within her
thousands of years old,
She is a Warrior of love
She has always felt that
To her core,
A fire that always burns
Within her, no matter how many
Have tried to squelch it

Her story is far from over