There was freedom
In her hair
flowing like ribbons behind her
As she galloped over the clouds and rain
To that place where no one claimed her
Except herself.
She breathed in the scent of love
And picked her way through the dunes
Til she found him
Waiting
With the stars in his eyes
And comets in his hands.
Succumbing,
She knew she was home.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from James Arthur Foto via Google Images
learningtolivelikewaterblog.com 
This is beautiful and astounding! It reminds me very much of my journey: I had to find myself first (in that place where no one claimed her, Except herself,) before I could find the one “with stars in his eyes and comets in his hands.” I love that! Perhaps it really is universal, or archetypal for strong women to need slay our own dragons first.
Oh thank you so much. I’m glad you could relate. I think you may be right about strong women. I think you and I are a lot alike!
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