Me, My Words

Hold my hand and keep me here,

I feel I might just disappear. 

For I am Her.

Daughter of Earth,

Maker of the human hearth.

Descendent of the MacKinnon clan,

A people daring; woman and man.

Born of the Black Forest green,

Where dwell the fae folk and their queen.

Sprung from the highland Isle of Skye,

Of meadows misty and hills on high.

Daughter of both sea and stage,

Child of both pen and page.

Here I am.

The keeper of secret things,

Collecting what ancient knowledge brings.

Here I am,

The wily wordsmith waning.

Left behind,

A silver tongued snake explaining.

I am the mystery of new worlds that wait lying,

I am the deep rooted fear of dying.

I am the misery of this mortality,

I am the hubris of our humanity.

I am untapped potential beginning to slip,

I am the future on your fingertip.

I am the magic within all things dreamed,

I am the reality that nothing is as it seemed. 

I am the gentle curve of the slender necked doe,

I am the pursuing wolf creeping stealthy in the snow. 

I am the lance through the bleeding heart,

I am the caress that lovers impart.

I am the run through raindrops falling,

I am the cool marble on a summer’s day calling.

I am the creature lurking in the darkest depths of the sea,

I am the brightest exploding star that ever could be.

I am the heat of skin against skin,

I am the short-lived satisfaction of sin after sin.

I am the white, night blooming flower,

I am protector of my family’s power.

I am all the sweet romance,

I am my people’s solemn dance.

I am the voice with the loudest song, 

I have been quiet for far too long.

I am already cold and dead,

There is so much life up in my head.

I am young and I am old,

I am learning to be bold.

I am time when time is gone,

I am the strength to carry on.

Hear me now and know me too,

I am giving my words to you.

Speak them all for me because,

Someone has to know I was.