the woman I am

the woman I am

attached but detached

warm but cold

a walking contradiction

of mystery and gold

emotional but aloof

fragile but strong

some will say she’s the future, others will say

she’s wrong

open but closed

playful but deep

her valleys are wide and her mountains steep

fluid but solid

sensitive but sensual at heart

she’ll treat your soul as sacred and your body like art

broken but healing

committed to dig up the buried parts of herself so she can be true to her feeling

still in illusion but mostly aware

she has lived through her dark night of the soul, trapped in her own despair

curious but rooted

open to change but true to who she is

still in pain, but she has found her inner bliss

whole but hollow

filled with substance and a will to do different, never will she follow

calm but excited

afraid but brave

one thing is for certain, you’ll never be able to tell her how to behave

water and air

fire and earth

she’s not afraid to burn down the dysfunction or dig in the dirt

alienated but familiar

present but far away

in another dimension some will say

humble but opinionated

adaptable but fixed

every aspect, every nuance, she can so beautifully mix

written by me.