My soul is closest to the heart of the earth.
I am one with life,
My mind gives dreams their birth.
I am one with the waves.
A spirit dancing in the waters beaming with mirth.
My blood is wild.
My heart sharp to touch, too fierce to be consumed.
My voice is of fury,
an icy roaring whisper attuned.
My aura is stillness after battle.
The silence after purging a festering wound.
I am a violent guardian of peace.
A war torn champion for love.
I am a warriors quietest tears,
carrying broken each utterance to heaven above.
I am the ebb and flow;
the dark moons waves and the crashing thereof.
I drink of life that remembers its death.
I connect with devotion first to last breath.
I bring chills to fire beteem passion with strength.
I carry hope to benevolence.
I release sorrow from petulance.
I hold grief with eloquence.
The first contact to the final touch.
I am the child of the last judge.
I am woman.
Am I not enough?
