When you finally feel like a woman, what is it?

It cannot be the insecurity seeping into my heartbeat causing the rhythm to thump like a native drum echoing ancient tones. 

This cannot be the bitter taste of jealousy relishing on my taste buds waiting for more. 

This cannot be the rage I begin to feel when I realize I am that woman. 

The woman that lingers in your shadow of tomorrow awaiting her arrival to the spotlight. 

The whistling of the leaves gives me chills as I envision you blowing wherever the wind blows and I pause…and I know this feeling is the painful therapy of being free. 

Letting down my guard and throwing myself off the cliff to feel love.