She is the water and fire you crave in life. She is the one who aches at you each time you give the power away. She waits for you in the stillness of all the chaos and fear. She waits for you to embrace her -- and tell her that it's okay to be powerful. She is your guide through the rough and ...
The only map you need is the night sky that is written on the walls of your heart. The only grace you need is the wind within your scream. The only fire you need is the anger rising up from the bellows of your stomach.
The unworthy woman is a force, an energy, a song-line. She'll hurl your into exile, desert, and silence. She'll wrap you up in shitty newspaper, and watch you drift down the river screaming. Ruthless. However, without her, we have this deep yearning for a deeper life. Without her, we're colorless.