Confession #1

i am
a
wanderlusting
differently
creative
figure
of a woman

lined by conviction
and convicted
over trust

existing
by
audacity

where
in light
i
once
moved

in
shadows
you
can
still
see
me
dance

now
abstinent
from my
passions
human
or
otherwise

find
me
standing
in the center
of
a
barefoot creased
map

drawn by time
leading
to
conflicting destinations

inside
possessing
passion for all

and

focus for none

with
the
feelings
neither to whither
nor to thrive

and

while that is written

paralyzed equally by the sensation of either