They never asked me to be quiet.
They never asked me to be tame.
They never asked for precious moments,
or for me to be the same.
They never asked for countless calmness—
or a book with a summary.
They asked for me to be me.
They wanted me—this courageous warrior,
this spirit teacher and wisdom keeper.
They wanted me to shine—
to gleam like the edge of a blade.
They wanted me to be free,
to fly through the wind—
an arrow from a bow.
They needed me—
the fierce defender,
the masked magician,
the dancer, the dreamer.
They wanted to watch me grow—
sharp with knowledge,
breathing imagination.
The girl with the glimmering green eyes.
Alpha of the pack.
Leader of the trees.
They needed me to be me.
Who else would this life
want me to be?
I broke out of this soul’s shell—
I emerged the phoenix,
wounded,
but powerful.
A kindled princess,
a defined daughter,
a goddess in every rite.
I entered this world a mosaic—
a beautiful, infinite light.