A touch dramatic, but...
...something I wrote a couple of months ago, while I was beginning the process of putting my life into new perspective. I felt the need to reclaim my sense of self, my inner power, I guess you could say. So I was feeling a little Shakespearian, sue me.
I AM
I am a creature of the wind and the wood, the storm and the mountain. The ocean waves are my breath, the rumbling of the earth my heartbeat. The lighting tells my fury, and the soft spring rain whispers my peace. The gentle night breeze in summer is my lover's sigh in your hair; the howling blizzard of winter is my scream of challenge in your face.
I am the shadow within the shadow. I am the hunter in the night. The moon is in my eyes, and fire pulses in my heart. I am the shape unseen, the footfall unheard, the presence unfelt. Hot steel is in my fangs, and burning ice in my claws. I am a King with no kingdom. I am a Warrior with only myself to battle. I am a Shaman with none but my own soul as a guide. I am a Lover without my mate. I will walk alone when I must, beside friends when I may, and with my family always.
Look for me and you shall never see me. Chase me, and you shall be the hunted. Try to bind me, and you shall become my prey. But only seek out the dappled green of the forest, where sunlight and shadows play, and let fall a hand, with fingers outstretched, and you may yet touch as I walk beside you.
I AM
I am a creature of the wind and the wood, the storm and the mountain. The ocean waves are my breath, the rumbling of the earth my heartbeat. The lighting tells my fury, and the soft spring rain whispers my peace. The gentle night breeze in summer is my lover's sigh in your hair; the howling blizzard of winter is my scream of challenge in your face.
I am the shadow within the shadow. I am the hunter in the night. The moon is in my eyes, and fire pulses in my heart. I am the shape unseen, the footfall unheard, the presence unfelt. Hot steel is in my fangs, and burning ice in my claws. I am a King with no kingdom. I am a Warrior with only myself to battle. I am a Shaman with none but my own soul as a guide. I am a Lover without my mate. I will walk alone when I must, beside friends when I may, and with my family always.
Look for me and you shall never see me. Chase me, and you shall be the hunted. Try to bind me, and you shall become my prey. But only seek out the dappled green of the forest, where sunlight and shadows play, and let fall a hand, with fingers outstretched, and you may yet touch as I walk beside you.