evermore

I didn’t fit
I know that now
inside your wire cage

your wooden box
a whitewashed tomb
a grave of early death

too strong

too fierce

too naked

too tender

too bold

too fiery

too woman

too soft

too

too

too

full of

smoke

and

flames

and

water

and

wind

but you can’t cage a Girl
who has freedom in Her soul and
fire burning up Her veins

and wild things are only
broken
never tamed

so go ahead
scrape Me out of your safe little world
keep it pretty and clean

for I am free now to rise
like a raven in the night
touching the clouds and the

hand of god
upon whose
winds I take wing

and your cage and your tomb
lay mangled and
empty

evermore

evermore

evermore

©stephanie pepper, 2020