m-e spells me.

arms not quite long enough to wrap themselves around my entire self. but i still hold me...til cold sheds its skin and sun sends reminders once again-she never really goes anywhere, just rests for a while so she may rise taller in the morning.

the light is a tool

it finds me

playing hide and seek with myself in the dark

self esteem

piecing itself back together

incomplete puzzle, still the picture is seen

no one can shatter spirit

without permission.

i

am allowing myself to feel

the wind

does not apologize

for the chill it brings

the heat offers no "im sorry's"

for sweat beads and mouths

desperate for moisture

love:

divine liquid for thirsty spirits

growth is looking without eyes

knowing mirrors are futile

if not reflecting soul

look...my eyes are brown

my teeth offer a center space

God knew id have so much to say

...an overflow within

the scar on my chin-

car accident,

umi told me

to sit down but i've always had a hard time

following directions

being a slave to mind

my heart is a compass

eyes, blinded sometimes

but soul sees much

i feel

my way to destination

intuition- a map always leading me

to the right road.

20 years later and still stubborn

still beautiful

still imperfect

and just right

arms not quite long enough

to wrap themselves around my entire self

but i still hold me

til cold sheds its skin and sun sends reminders-

she never really goes anywhere,

just rests for a while

so she may rise

warm

and taller in the morning.