The Wild Woman the World Tried to Tame

 

The world is starving for her embodied depth. 

It has forgotten how to breathe underwater. It has forgotten the language of the deep, and the beauty of what cannot be domesticated. It does not know how to receive what it cannot control.

They fear and mistrust the gravity of a woman's wild and untamed soul. She who remembers the way down to the molten heart of the Earth where the primordial memory sleeps.

Her depth became her danger. 

It was not honored. It was weaponized. Twisted against her. Her depth became a battlefield.

They labeled it as “too much". Too emotional. Too intense. Too deep. Too sensitive. Too knowing.

As if the ocean should apologize for its tides.

As if fire should apologize for burning.

It was a mirror, and mirrors terrify those who cannot bear their own reflection.

It disrupts the status quo. It forces things to the surface that many people and systems would rather keep buried.It doesn't uphold shallow illusions, it exposes the emptiness beneath appearances and challenges the lies people build their lives on. She is the dark tide that drags falsehood to its death. 

Her embodied depth makes her difficult to manipulate, and difficult to control.

So they teach her to stay at the surface

to smile, to be pleasant, to be easy.

To never disturb the waters.

To make herself smaller, softer, simpler.

To become something that can be consumed.

To hide the ocean inside her.

To quiet the natural intensity in her bones.

But it was not her depth that was too much. 

It was their shallowness that could not hold the ocean. They were unprepared to drown in truth.