Facets
This is a woman
Heartbroken, torn up from all sides
Yet willing to conquer
This is a girl
Trapped in a web, gasping
Spun fierce by her very two hands
This is a lady
Afraid to blossom, to bloom
Ravished by that which she lived
This is a vixen
Driven by fervid passion
Albeit moving in the wrong direction
She is the girl
Intrigued by that which she can not fathom
Mesmerized even as she's ever flailing
She is the woman
Fighting a battle already won
Pleading the truce full of impotence
There goes the vixen
A voyeur to her own existence
Craving the fulfillment of its glittering facade
Here comes the lady
In her world of coyness
Reaching into the depth of its greatness
Here she comes; in you, in me
Entwined in an ever growing circle
Connected by that which makes us who we are
Seeking out that niche, striving to unravel
And in the midst of the chaos, forever observing
I am the girl, the woman, the lady and the vixen
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