There is a Woman Inside

There is an angel beneath this face, that most people often see.

Presenting a loving facade to the world, but she's only one side of me.

She's strong and caring, empathetic and in control,

But even she has a side of her that the world will never know.

My angel is content where she is, and is as patient as she can be,

Biding her time, helping the world, and always fun and cheery.

And yet, her eyes so gay and merry, full of mischief and delight,

Can turn from an intelligent twinkle to a siren's song within the dearth of light.

There is a devil behind these eyes, that's hidden more often than not,

For when it comes out to play, there is only mischief wraught

Never intended to harm, he seeks only to have a little fun,

Gaily laughing when your face turns brighter than the sun.

A deliberate seducer of friend and foe alike, he draws others near,

Bringing them close, tempting with a voice soft and sincere,

Attempting to bring amusement to the dull, dark days,

Feel a rush of fire that will dissipate the lonely haze.

There is an innocence forming my demeanor, it makes me feel awkward and shy,

I try not to draw attention to myself, lest ridicule or pity is far behind.

I find joy in all of the simple things; from the gurgle of a cold, clear creek

To spotting a hot guy while with my girls and commenting on his handsome physique.

I take the time to watch the clouds float softly in a beautiful blue sky,

Stare in wonder at the palatte for a sunset as I wait for the fireflies.

Enchantments are everywhere in this world, from extraordinary to mundane,

But to a non-believer, I'm not going to take the time to explain.

There is guilt weighing on my mind, causing tears to form a sheen over my eyes,

I may or may not have done something wrong, may or may not have things to hide,

But my heart clenches painfully, empathetic to others' difficult plight

Which should have been avoided.... could, would, should, might.

I didn't mean to cause anyone pain, didn't expect things to go the way they did,

But now they have, and I'm cast as the antagonist in this story. God forbid

Another person feels this pain, for I know it's my fault and mine alone,

I sob on the ground as my fate I bemoan.

There is a lover hidden inside this ungainly body, waiting for the forbidden caress,

Bring me to life! Make me feel! Heat my veins, turn me into a hot mess!

Passionate and coy, flirtatious and sensual, I throw in my heart and soul

My goal is to make the both of us lose complete control.

I give myself to one, and one alone, and he will recieve all the joy I can give.

Emotional, physical, mental, and spiritual, I'm going to teach him how to live.

I pour myself into him, worshipping him as he fervently worships me,

And together we're going to reach the peak of ecstacy.

There is a fighter in my beating heart, one that doesn't believe in the word "cannot",

Always struggling, falling, rising back up, my mindset will go on though my body may rot.

I refuse to give up, refuse to take the easy road, I'm not that kind of girl,

Think I'm wrong? Step into my world and give it a whirl.

It's not always easy, that fact's a given. But I am strong, a warrior,

And there's no way in hell I'll take no for an answer.

Give me an inch and I'll take a mile,

When I win my fight, just witness my brilliant smile.

There is a child dictating my naivete', as I look only for the good in people,

I choose to bypass the bad, the hostile, the hateful,

And see instead only the pure, untarnished beauty within,

Usually to my inner adults' chagrin.

My playful spirit can encompass all those around me, bringing them out of their woes,

Even a little while is enough for them to relax while their troubles I expose.

I try to bring them back to happiness, cheerful and optimistic,

Using the beauty in nature to re-introduce them to unadulterated magic.

There is a woman impassioning my restricted soul, awaiting her chance to fly free.

There is a woman weeping in a corner of my broken heart, afraid to be all she can be.

There is a woman singing within the confines of my mind, pushing all the limits she can.

There is a woman filled with wonder behind my glassy eyes, wishing she was there when the miracle began.

There is a woman in the waiting, waiting for her chance to break through.

But is the world quite ready to greet her anew?