Born in the hall of flame I learned the old bright names Helios on his high throne And silence under stone They said be small, be sweet Be ash beneath their feet But I had herbs in my palms And storm in my calm So I went where the waves Keep their own careful graves To the green of Aiaia Where the dead can't find me I learned from the earth, I learned from the sea The hemlock, the yew, the truth in the tree And all that I am, I made for me I am my own, I am my own No god can name me, no man can tame me I am the wild thing in the house I am the truth in the wound I am Circe, and I choose my ruin I am my own, I am my own I worked the root and thorn I made the beast reform A cup, a curse, a door Then I was more and more They came with hunger, with pride With salt still hard on their skin I watched the shore turn red And kept my own within I kept my fire low My door shut tight My island full of listening In the dark And every man who mocked me Knows the taste of change I am my own, I am my own No god can name me, no man can tame me I am the wild thing in the house I am the truth in the wound I am Circe, and I choose my ruin I am my own, I am my own "They called me nymph. They called me lesser. Daughter of Helios, but never his heir. But I have walked where the Titans fell. I have loved a mortal, and a god, and a monster. And I am still here." I am my own, I am my own No god can name me, no man can tame me I am the wild thing in the house I am the truth in the wound I am Circe, and I choose my ruin I am my own A woman is always a woman... Pharmakis...
