I think this is too much for me
Having to know the person I am becoming

Who is she, I wonder

A wild and carefree bird,
Waltzing with the wind?

A bright and daring fire,
Who warms those around her?

As fluid as the creek
And just as stubborn?

Or she could possibly be

Like a glittering earthen crystal
Hardened by pressure?

But oh what it would be
to know even a little of me