The Scent of a Woman

I am marked,
as hunter marks his prey;
as animal must mark his territory,
I bear what I am meant to bear;
accept reign of a power greater than myself,
in so doing, however, I am taken to a dark place
the moment in which I am asked to let go
to cease control of all that I hold
is the most difficult moment of all,
in my world, the queen is me
because that is how I need it to be;
in this new world
I wander hesitantly; on tip toe
traversing the obstacles you place before me
until one day I gaze inside myself
and notice
I am marked.