Yet extremely introverted.
Yet still hidden.
A funny, quirky, eccentric woman.
While also, a serious, poetic contradiction.
In human form.
Showing the world just one side, isn’t self serving.
Pretending I do not experience darkness isn’t correct.
Being all light and no darkness is lying.
Complex in all her glorious forms.
A warrior on the battlefield of my own mind.
Empowered by my wounds.
Knowing that none of this makes me wrong.
Or makes me unloving.
No word is the full definition of who I am.
Because I am many things.
And for the first time.
I’m totally ok with it.