//THE WOMAN I AM//
The woman i am in every sense of her existence is enigmatically certain.She is certain about the life choices she makes
but unsure of the answers she is seeking from the same possibilities.
The woman i am knows boundaries
and how to hop out of them she holds the wall up her shoulders the burden of uncountable deadlines and crossing them one by one she looks out for sun rays while walking back home at half past ten on cold, windy nights the woman i am has started to run wherever and whenever she can she has stopped to pause because she will be judged instead, she has finally started to breathe–slow, steady, deep.
The woman i am loves- loves so deeply
so passionately and yet does not forget herself in the process the woman i am screams-screams for things she deserves on top of her lungs she pounces on the prospects that are rightfully hers because what are the odds of you getting what you deserve?
The woman i am is cautious but unapologetic soft and fierce out there and secretive but after all this time- i love when i am told-if there is any power as chaotic as life and as still as death it's the power of the woman
I AM
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