Today marks another day that I woke up.
One more day I was able to smell the scent of fresh cut grass and early June.
      Where I was able to feel the gentle friction from these cotton sheets.
See the sun glistening through my blinds.
     Listen to the birds sing and my ceiling-fan hum a tune while all the air brushes down upon me in patterned strokes.
    Today marks another day where I am able to make sense of things.
Like the bold taste of coffee,
and a well-timed cigarette.

the large family of five girls young all
shriek and high pitched voices skip -up the road
they are colour-full and bikes and skipping natural-
ways of getting up the road; the road that connects us all
in one way or another to the road we all travel -
yes they are a blessing in this landscape full- of blessings
bird life seals cows and sheep flowers and burns running-
out the hills where the rain meets the earth we all drink deep
and we all are grateful even if we miss it all and sleep most the time

I dived deep and deeper into my muse;
and she laid sprawled on her bed
drunk with life and beauty and love
drawing my gaze away from the stars
sober she was and it was I who was drunk
the bed she lay on spun faster than the earth
and I dived deeper and deeper into my muse
and dared offer her my mind heart and soul

I am not the curves of my body.
I am not the clothes that I put on to hide those curves.
I am not the person you think I am when those clothes do not do an adequate enough job for your liking.
I am not what you think about me.
I am not what you say about me.

I am not this outer shell that you see.
I am not my sexuality.
I am not any of those things you use to label me.

I am smart, sometimes capable.
I am thoughtful, sometimes brilliant.
I am sarcastic, sometimes caustic.
I am phenomenally woman.
But what I am is not any of those things.

I am not my thoughts.
I am not my jokes.
I am not my words or even my actions.
I am not any of the things I use to label myself.

What I am runs so much deeper.
If you get to know me,
Draw me out of my core,
You might be able to see it.
You'll know when you've caught a glimpse.
The indestructible, indescribable..
The exquisite, the beautiful...
The part of me that has always been and will always be.
The part of me that lends everything to itself.

So don't try to describe who I am.
Don't try to label me.
I am not a convenient definition for you understand.
I am so much more.

That being ignored is said to cause almost as much pain physically as it does mentally.   Imagine being a part of the scenery, constant beam that holds everything in place . To be some what of a wallpaper, something pretty to look at now and then but passed by on a daily basis.You are the chair at the end of the table no one bothers to sit in, turned down because you aren't the "regular chair" have no wear and tear.   Imagine feeling like a star, a literal star that everyone steals warmth from that makes the whole planet livable . But no one I've ever known has looked up to say thank you to the sun. Because it's expected of it, as it is of the beam, as it is of the wall paper, as it is of the chair.