The she, she

I was thinking about role models
I remembered

As a child
In the care of the she, she
The crone
The there and not there
The wise old eagle
Pulled the feathers from her breast
To make a nest
The she, she

She, she
Handed me over
I still saw her
No words for longing
Dismissed from the presence
Banished from the garden
I had not eaten the apple
I had no knowledge

I wanted independence
I wanted distance
I wanted to be the wise crone

I can see now
I worked on this
Life goals
The path that I am on will not take me
Where I want to be
It's an arid desert

I don't want to be the crone

I just wanted her