Resolute

I traveled back to that fateful night, so long ago now, where you fell away from me, fell to your death into the abyss.

An erratic dagger, recklessly flailing in every direction, tore and slashed through the delicate petals until nothing remained.

I was the dagger--now I am the rose. Pale pastel peach, overflowing with thick, honeylike nectar--locked behind an iron gate.

I am ready. I wait. I will wait, if need be, until every petal has fallen and the snow buries me underground.

Bring loving hands, or bring crushing blows. Either way, I am here.

Turning around

The land resonates with my vibration
the green grass welcomes me home
its energy tangible, tingling my feet.

Reverently, I get to work.
Vigorously pulling up weeds,
finding hidden treasures of delicious fruit,
sown in anticipation of my arrival.

fierce gaze

Withdrawn and alone in a thicket of trees, the hair hangs down in front of my face. I am like a wild creature, fierce eyes, claws unsheathed, reflexes primal.

Come near me and I'll rip you to shreds. It's the law of the jungle. No one approaches another to give, only to take.

I have a heart. It's there, beating, deep within my body. The law of the jungle makes it an irrelevant, dangerous liability.

This woman swings wildly from the vines. This woman shoots poisoned darts from a blowgun with deadly accuracy. This woman can take you down, lay you low, destroy you as easily as she can breathe.

To be human, to love and care--long forgotten ancestral memories. Just to live another day takes every ounce of strength stored in these bones and sinews.