Dear me. I’ve written things and I didn’t realize it.

Right. How does one write something and not know they’re doing it? I’ve just been hiding it, I guess. I’m hiding a lot of things lately. But less of myself.

Is this a good trade? More of me for the masses, but less of other things, like, oh…say…GOODNESS?

TO THAT WHICH I’VE WRITTEN….ONWARD, FORSOOTH…

(From whence cometh THAT…or…THIS?)

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I Am

I am.

Real, manifest, product of generation upon generation of woman.

I am strength.

Endowed by the Creator with the means to endure adversity of many kinds, I am the willow in the wind, rooted deep, but supple and flexible.

I am majesty.

The lion paces with grace and power, as well through the tall grass as in a cage. I will not be diminished.

I am knowledge.

The gift and responsibility of choice is mine, to learn from experience and the experiences of those who have gone before. My mind is open, ever-seeking truth and beauty.

I am passion.

I am the wildfire of abandon; the surging expanse of sea cresting to break upon a rocky shore; the still, blue flame burning white-hot, searing in intensity.

I am love.

Let me enfold you in the warm embrace of my shadowy soul. Be soothed by the rhythm of the universe that is my heartbeat.

I am the feminine.

I nurture. I protect. I provide. I encourage. I discipline. I teach. I learn. I give. I take. I listen. I hear. I speak. I wait. I act. I indulge. I forsake. I need. I desire. I respond. I laugh. I mourn. I sing. I dance.

I am Alegria, Farah, Ananda, Laetitia, Kamaya, Chara, Rinnah, Gembirah, Hari, Tuwa, Sevinc, Simche…

I am Joy.

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Still with me, nameless and faceless reader? Chances are I know you somehow. Who else would read this drivel? Right. So…want another? Too bad, you get one anyway.

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Want…
I am gaunt
and in agony.
I ache
feeling nails drag over me.
Peel back layer after layer.

Fear…
I am shivering
and exposed.
I cry
feeling you slip away
with each horizon you strip from me.

Despair…
I am spent
and immobile.
Paralyzed
giving freely of my fragile soul
to succor my great passion and pain.

Joy…
I am light
without form.
Engulfed
by the void you create in reason.
I live to serve.

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Oh….how we do dramatize, hm?

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