on one path I am dying and helpless and sobbing.

On the other path, I am anything I want to be. I am free to roam. I am a writer. I am beautiful. I am living the dream of love and liberty. I am a mother whose love overflows her nagging heart.

I am both women described.

I am terrible and amazing.

Vicious and sweet.

Proud and ashamed.

Bathed in golden light and drowning in darkness.

Brilliant and unwise.

Finished and just beginning.

I am both of them.

I am she who grants me life