I ... Me ... Always

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.