February 27, 2021
I am woman.
I am mystery.
Crave to be known. To be seen.
But love the chase. To be elusive.
Reflective as a mirror of the father.
Glimmers of self given as gifts
Enough to be known
Enough to be trusted
An endless pool of swirling beautiful contradictions some may never wade in.
Swirls that somehow form me.
poetry
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