You are a fierce wind, a burning fire,
a bronze warrior,
all purpose and struggle.
Your strength is your pain
because the world gives you everything you can bear
and you can bear so much.
You are a still lake, a cool wind,
a gentle touch,
all humanity and compassion.
The child that had to become a warrior
still loves, and dreams, and wonders at the world,
where such beauty lives.
You are a laugh, a body,
warm skin and flashing eyes.
The past and future loosen their grip,
as you spread your gifts across the present,
and this moment knows you.