#1 – Self-Portrait

I am an archer, piercing my arrow through the constellations

I am a woman, desperately trying to be a hero – my shield buried in the depths of my chest

I am a warrior defending my tribe, only I don’t know my tribe

I am not a fighter, though my knuckles may be scarred

I am not a lover, I do not know what a warm embrace feels like

I am a sister, dedicated and fierce to those who do not share my blood

I fall in love too quickly, though I have never been loved back

I crave dark hair and blue eyes, piercing the ice that litters the surface

I am a soldier, battling the coldest of winters with my fists at my side

I feel deeply, I care too much, I wonder off into the distance

I fear that I might wonder too far one day…and never return.