There she goes looking at her reflection exuberantly;
admiring herself wide awake;
declaring that she got it all.
And there goes others who are busy seeking for
their spotlight through the eyes of polarity:
Malice and innocence…
And when all else fails, together with the rest,
she will then pray and seek it through the Divine eyes.

Would you be so kind to let me vent?
With my face blurred, no one would know
that I too can be bent.
Would you hold me even for a while?
Keep me still, keep me calm
for this rage will soon make me numb.
Would you let me be?
Bold, Rabid, and Glorious.
When all these have come to pass,
Would you let me be?
I yearn to deliver my soliloquy,
And smile like a fool as it’s my only key.
Glance, and glide for I’ll be a victor anyhow.
For I am collected and unfazed
even when my fire burns,
So don’t you dare for I know
when to quit and never glare.

Paint me a portrait of how you see my heart and from there I’d know how well you know me.