She wields Her power over me in an interesting way. She’s covert about it, just influencing things to fall in the right way for Her to put me where I need to be.
Yet, She covers me in her mantle of crow feathers; red, black, and white. I sing Her praises, even though of my four, She is at times the most elusive to me.
She offers me a place to set aside the mirror I hold up, and just look into Her eyes, fall into the pools there, and float.
I like being Hers in this way. It’s a much needed respite for me because I will throw myself against the windows, until my wings are bloodied, still trying to break free.
She is that Freedom.