The Torment of the Lioness

Some of the times I find myself pondering who I am. WHO am I? What....how...when...where...why?? To existence! To fruition! To consciousness! To...me!!

I AM Alejandra. The Great! The Challenger! The protester!

Always wanting and demanding and craving more and more....AND more still. 

Convinced of roaming the plains and forests and jungles of this world as alone is alone is alone. Because I will NOT settle, refuuuuuse to settle for anything that is NOT peace, NOT right as thy rain on thy ground and on thine face, and NOT....me. 

I am loving me as much as could hope to love me. And I love thee as much as I allow myself to love me. And the fear is that I do not and could not....even for all the stars and promises and beautiful words. Not love you. 

Until I adore me

all the more I shall ever see

is what could never be.

The neverending quest. This quest.

I guess it will be as it will be. 

Without you and without me....as anything other than exactly who and what I must and shall ever be:

beautifully, wonderfully, perfectly imperfect....me.