I am the only daughter,
Positioned at the helm of this legacy.
I am a child of the Winter.
Forever spiraling inward,
Hibernating in the silent hush of snowfall.
I am sunlight caught in auburn tresses.
I am azure eyes forever tracing the horizon,
Looking, searching, discovering;
Blue to blue, tracing the wild mountains
And climbing barefoot in the snow.
I am the painted canvas of Cecilia Beaux, Sir Joshua Reynolds, Klimt, Sargent, van Eyck and Laszlo,
Skim primed for another century, born too late.
I am the pale, gothic lass hiding from the sun
But inviting the painted sunset.
I am water and earth.
I am the moon shining on the surface of the rushing river.
I am the wild horse in the valley
And the owl on the evergreen
I am the blood of the warrior and the bones of revolution.
I am Artemis, the heart of the lonely huntress;
I am the wilderness within the woman.
I am Persephone, medium, mystic and mistress of the dead,
seduced by the spirit of Lady Lazarus.
I am a lady and sometimes just, a girl.
If you catch me in the right spirit.
I am my father’s temper and my mother’s sensitivity.
I am my father’s passion and my mother’s humanity.
I am the purple velvet draped over my Aunt’s shoulders
And the blue of my brother’s eye.
I am the scar on my right knee
And the freckles facing the sunlight.
I am a woman standing beside a man,
Holding the hand of humility and happiness
I am a wife, a sister and a woman.
I am what you see before you today
And tomorrow I could be different.