Spirits daughter

That's the thing, it's going right. 

It went wrong for it took so long,

to love myself and see the light

Feel the fear yet have the might 

To walk through

This crowded empty night

And be able to ignite

With my only broken heart

Myself into creating art

Gathering alone

One apart

Myself, my role

On my own

Only a part, of a larger whole

And the real problem,

Is it's ever enough

And life itself,

Should in freedom laugh

And death is certain

at the end,

On that alone 

I might depend

And this together

What is now

I might live through it all somehow 

cling to hope

And forward bring

what I have that is innate

I am me, and that is great,

Live for love to heal hate

Go up and down the heavy swing

Of emotions, worlds and states of being

And now is here and everything,

Though sad for the years that went away

And even with a broken wing

I am still alive today

Yet while I'm here 

to breath, grieve and play

Be a being, 

Strong, worn and proud

Through hardship and woe

I am still allowed 

aloud to sing!

and harvest hay

Plucking weeds

With swollen hands

I still need to mow the land

plant the grass

In the moon meadow

Smiling and weeping

Come and go

Heartstream seeping

Into the soil

Into the deep

Let it grow

And don't recoil

Us

Ours

You and me

Budding for second

Like little flowers

shapeful, helpful

Symmetry

Shapless, shameless

Geometry

Square, triangle And trapeze

Exhilarated, 

yet at ease,

Two circles

Overlapping

Over hurdles 

Carefully stepping

Often napping

Sometimes shouting,

Never lacking

Truth we see

And let it happen

With our eyes

Smelling tasting

Feeling is that which we know

Dancing, moving

To and fro

Hearing colours

Touching sounds

Sometimes slowly

Soft and round

Sometimes hasting

Even though,

all this time

I am just sinking

Closer and closer

to the ground

Lower and lower

Beneath and under

murky chilly sunless water

I am always spirit's daughter!