WELCOME DIANA

Dear, Lady of wild the things,
Dear, Lady of the Moon,
Dear, Virgin huntress of the woods
of whom so many swoon...
I used to dress in armor
I fantasized no pain
I always raised my shield high
To guarentee my gain
I walked on knives that severed bonds
Their blades caused my unrest
A path I did not wish to take
Resembled hell at best.
I traveled far and traversed wide
I watched a life unfold
Now seeking my own wild Self
That's been so strangely cold.
Even through her silent stain
True beauty never faded
It hid behind her painted lips
In words She never stated.
Own my truth I tell myself
Speak poetry for days
On winds that whisper freedom
Diana come and change my ways.