Oftentimes, it's hard for me to explain myself to others. I am so complex, even to myself. Most of the time, I am two completely opposing forces of nature; the immobile rock and the raging hurricane, the predator and the prey, the hero and the villain. And it's not as though I'm one thing at a given time. I am all things in the universe at once, my brain going every, single, possible direction simultaneously as I struggle to contain, to leash, to cage the bits that I know should never be let out to play.
I am the Valkyrie; the bright and shining warrior goddess.
I am the Trickster; the sneaking, mischievous miscreant with a quick wit and a sly smirk.
I am the Seductress; the slinking, red-clad siren that can stun with a sidelong glance and a crooked finger.
I am everything that I ever was, am, and ever shall be. I have the capacity for so much greatness, and so much darkness, in me as one. Sometimes I feel it will tear me apart, and sometimes I think I see so much more in this beautiful, terrible world for it.
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