I used to be scared of my darkness
Until I realized
The hollow, dark pit
Is the place that the fire can live
That burning inspiration
Always thrives in the deep caverns of my heart

Some people think they can control the world
If they understand it
Living in fear, they plunge into depths of philosophical thinking
Trying to understand human nature
And they usually end up as insufferable arrogant know it alls
Yet some people live in surrender to the mysterious
Without the need for control
They let themselves wonder
The mystics, the esoteric, the poetic
I love those people

She’s got a face like a renaissance painting
The voice of an angel
And the demeanor of royalty
And she will haunt your every step
For the rest of your life

There are times I feel
I am more phoenix than woman
More a symbol than human
My otherworldliness escaping from my pours
Ash and fire blazing in my eyes

Honest people
Never win popularity contests