What am I to be?
What am I...
Perceived?

Brown hair
Curling like embers
Like fallen logs on fire

Eyes
Ones that shine blue
Like the waves
Ones that daunt grey
Like storm clouds
Ones that grow green
Like algae in water

A dimple
One from which origin
Is unknown
Freckles
Not many,
But playing their part in the being that is
Me.

A style
One that comes from my mother
Caters to my sensitivities
One that, on occasion,
Shows the soul I truly presume to be

When I can,
Long skirts
Sweaters

Everyday,
Leggings
Sweatshirts
Dangly earrings
The golden necklace that never leaves
Devotional bracelets made from my hands
A veil covering my head
A ring on my hand

My face
Calmer than many
My mind
More chaotic than the seas
Ever rising as we plague them
My thoughts doing the same

Fascination.
With many things.

To my friends...
Serenity.
Home.
Song.
Light.
Pink Double Peonies.
Purple lace.