It’s a balance between all things there is.
A damsel, a women, a warrior.
A delicate flower blooming in the summer
and a thunderstorm falling down on a summer day.
There is no lines. But there are.
Can I be free? Can I choose who I am? Do I have to fit in a definition?
I’m me. I am free.
I am the maiden, mother and crone.
I am brave, fighting, struggling and winning. I am a lover, full of desires, lust and love.
I am feminine full of delicacy.
I choose to be all and nothing, full of life and dreams. Iammyown.
Who do u choose to be?