Stir my soul and mix me up

      I’m made of many things

      writings on sidewalks

      hidden beliefs in my eye

      cups of life to savor

Stir my soul and mix me up

      made of endings, closed to others

      heartbeats lined up in a row

      fire without need of matches

      sensual breath on naked skin

Stir my soul and mix me up

      parts of scars that don’t heal

      twigs cut free from my beginning

      fragrance of earth, molded into clay

      frayed strings of multi-colored thoughts

Stir my soul and mix me up

      composed of music inside my spine

      slamming doors and exits from life

      flashing lights warning keep away

      reflections that lie, bent masks of truth

Stir my soul and mix me up

      unused time waiting to be filled

      blank slate waiting for emotion

      patched pieces and worn thread

      exposing life holding me together

Stir my soul and mix me up

      fill my thirsty soul and rampant dreams

      for I’m made in the shape of a bowl

      waiting to be filled with uplifting words

      soaking my skin, setting past free.

My blood is made of sugar

My mind is made of yeast

Split me open

Pour me out

And I’ll still kiss your feet

My tongue is made of metaphors

An instrument of song

Listen closely

I don’t mind

Just please don’t sing along

Tell me that I’m heartless

Or have a heart of stone

And I’ll just grin

I must agree

Emotions? I have none.

My lips are made of vinegar.

Just a little truth will do.

But try and ask

For honesty

And I’ll give it straight to you.

My skin is made of honeycomb.

I’m sweetness to a fault.

But don’t mistake

My smiling face

For one you can assault

My soul’s made of vanilla

A scent that is divine

But if I said

I’m perfect

Then I’d obviously be lying

With all of these ingredients

I'm curious to see

How many

will still love me

Now that you know my recipe.

I am made of mud, 

brown flakes dried to my boots,

sand clinging to my toes,

dirt tracks left behind wherever I go.

I am made of the sun,

a burn turned to dark lines on my feet,

freckles on my nose,

fresh golden streaks in my hair.

I am made of trees, water and rocks,

a scratch on my arm from the juniper, 

a bruise on my shoulder from a sip at the creek,

scrapes on my knee from a collision with the mesa. 

I am made of the sky, 

eyes bright from long nights spent under the moon,

cheeks aglow from wishing upon stars,

smile full from hours spent dancing with the northern lights.

I am made of the earth,

a sigh for every walk spent with a deer, 

a secret for every whisper shared with the ocean, 

and a heart full from days spent picking flowers in meadows,

nibbling on berries, wandering mountain ridges, 

chasing rainbows, and, simply, just being. 

I am a woman which comes with its own set of beauty and challenges. I'm a collect of hopes, fears, dreams, and doubts that culminate into a shell of flesh and bone. I am bold and apprehensive all at once. I'm an open book in a world that doesn't like to read. I'm currently unsure if I should be excited or terrified about life.