I was born
A yesterday of yesterdays
Bare,
But skin to my back,
I find family in spectral hues of epidermis,
Find love
Where it was,
and where it was not
to be promised at first
I grow,
stirring,
Determined,
Bossy,
to say the least,
I am a strong stalked flower,
My curls
Lush chocolate petals
I am the butterfly
That from a caterpillar
changed its shape and color,
Before your eyes slowly emerging,
Wings wet
with new and dew,
I come to be through struggle,
Overcoming adversity,
My fears
Are not of darkened shadows
But of the void of unknown ifs,
Fearful possibilities
Of life unlived,
I am the philosopher
With a problem
For every solution,
I am a seeker,
a thinker,
a complex web
Of as yet thought thoughts,
Give me time
I ask,
-So ask we all,
I am building my legend,
Piece by piece,
I am a lover,
Of few,
And all,
Holding my treasured so tightly
For fear they might break,
I give and give,
Wanting so much to multiply the love,
Into endless existence,
I am a creator,
An artist,
The young life before me,
Is my greatest piece,
I nurture,
water,
feed,
teach,
tend,
inspire her
In ways I know,
And in ways anew,
She is my story,
with a story of her own,
I am a mystic,
Finding light
in new corners,
Unexpected beauty
from the universal source,
Finding truth,
In the metaphysics
Experienced as if new,
I am the ill and well
In one package,
My healing and my hurting
Are not easily untangled from each other,
But both toughen the core,
With scar tissue
My inner
And outer
Are reborn,
I am everything
In me,
A soul with many
Names
Titles
To identify me,
But my soul
Ageless,
Graceful,
As it floats through being,
The essence
In all aspects of me
What comes next
I wonder,
But dare not guess,
Suspense
Makes this life fuller,
With richness
So decadent it can be tasted,
Can be sensed
In the air,
In the textures,
In the living,
In the every
Next moment
That will,
And does,
Then still
Inspires.
She of Letters 