Who Are You, Really?

Who are you, really?
I am just a woman in search of a satisfying breath
A moment where I mistake myself for no one but a kindly beating heart
I don’t question my path or my intentions
I no longer doubt my worth or intuition
I am in it
Owning it
Sharing it
Declaring it
But in truth I am still just a searcher
I do crave meaning
Question unyieldingly
Wishing for the best
While mentally preparing for the worst
I feel loved
But can’t be sure if I’m liked
And I feel guilt for any of these ridiculously egoic thoughts
But they’re there
And so I search
I explore
I implore
I inquire
I hypothesize
I analyze
Refusing to abide
Or buy into
Anything
Stridently in quest
But I must yield
And not forget
The answer is here
Plain to see
It’s you
It’s me
That’s all there needs to be
I’m called to be a good woman
My purpose is to love
And love well
And good
With hard laughs
And great sex
And long hugs
And earth made drugs
The universe needs me to give
And be compassionate
In big and small ways
Through late nights
And early days
My microcosm deserves an even better me
I will only grow, accept and properly digest
Good fortune and success
Once I’m square with me
All the beauty
And all the beast
Everything I am
And all I’ll never be
Must live in a content place inside me
More accepting of me
More tolerant of you
More forgiving of my past
More trusting of our future
Better wife
Better roommate
Better sister
Better daughter
Better friend
Better loved one
True to me
Receptive to anyone
Who I am, really, is
A sweet girl
And a feisty woman
Who wants to be loved
And to love
And to feel at peace
Without striving and strain
Just thriving
Vibing
To be