I Am the Woman

I am the woman who starves for love

And yet has no trouble giving it

I am the woman who loves to dance

And yet aches to find a place to do it

I am the woman who picks up the pen

But often feels it flows inadequately

I am the woman who appears to be altogether

But often wonders who she really is

I am the woman who feels part of the universe

But wants to fill up many souls

I am the woman who aches for comfort

But always will reach out to give it

I am the woman who laughs out loud often

But often wants to break down and cry

I am the woman who wants to feel full in her body

But wants it to keep her warm

I am the woman who writes many hours

But wants to be more contented

I am the woman who wakes up each day to say “Thank You”

But walks among you thanking each one she meets

Thank you for allowing me to be here on this earth

To touch, teach, and comfort you

So that I can be the woman who feels blessed

To be sharing her soul with you.

© 2011,  Hilda Ward

Early morning on the Rivanna; photo by Tony Russell