I paint my flaws on thin tissue paper and tape them to the corners of my consciousness;
I draw my values in news paper and glue them to the inner chambers of my heart;
I sketch my hopes on wrapping paper and envelop mi mind in them;
Crows come to me at night and peck at my insecurities.
I chase them away by morning.
The sun rises on my truths then sets on my obscenities.
I embrace them both equally.
I bask in the light and roam through the dark;Howling at the full moon during winter solstice.
I will always dance with fairys along the boundaries of time and space;
My heart will always be wild.
Parts of me will always be child like.
My fire burns intense.
I'm a bit of a lady ... some times a wench ...
I fight ... I bite ... I'm rough ... And tumble ...
But I'm caring ... And passionate ...
And my love is warm.
I cannot change ...
I will not change ...
I'll be damned if I change ...
It seems people become so accustomed to the cold that they refuse the warmth.