(Inspired by Vennie, a great poet, person, and friend)

Jane is a child, feeling stuck,
In a world, that frankly, sucks.

When one day, climbing a tree,
She discovers what it is like to be free.
For up here, her cravings to roam,
Become ponderous adventures in the unknown.

Down the wooden path of Oak,
Where a pool of serenity awaits,
Within is a Goddess she will invoke,
Who helps her escape the horrors of Fate.

Jane found strength in Timber's embrace,
And acceptance in Mother Nature's endearing love.
Once felt, no man can ever touch, erase,
Or beat out her flame with blood-stained gloves.

Never believing the lies she was told:
Women must bend their knees,
on an auction block to be sold,
Where they are meant to serve and please.

Not this girl. No!
She grew.

Jane reasoned in the woods, the Truth.
Then, when her wings were enough,
She broke past fears and flew.

JH “Jane of the Wild"

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