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