women;venus

by Elizabetheia

A ball of raw emotions.

I am both heaven and madness. I know how dandelions bloomed when happiness came rushing one bright Sunday morning.

I know how raindrops fell when sadness hurled inside my being like a stormsurge filled with agony. I know how tsunamis rose when anger made their home in these human lungs and broken bones.

My skin is a mere cover for all the wonders of my being. Inside me lies the galaxies, the ocean floor, the daffodils, the creepy crawlers, and the disasters of the Earth.

Not much of a narcissist, not close to a damned poet.

You see, I'll run out of metaphors trying to fill this empty page. However, the more I speak, the more I feel the importance of being heard. So, I raise my glass for all the maidens.

Enunciate after me. I am not an object. I am not a source of entertainment. I am not anything a man can hold. In my veins runs the blood of Venus and in my flesh, the world's prophecy is kept closed. I am all that store delight, fear, and horror.

But, then again, if you ask me what I am and who I am, I'll open these lips and dare say, "a ball of raw emotions".

Grow by Renee Suala