Grown or growing still?

No one asks the questions to which she has answers. No one is answering the questions she dares to say aloud. Standing fast, firmly rooted in what her understanding of love and life are but swayed by foreign winds with ease due to fragile physicality.
                    
            Willing or wilting?

Uncertain of how either presents or manifests but certain that each is accompanied by difficulty, by frustration. Curious if one might require the other. Is that balance or just the widely accepted idea of it?  



​-A. Voice

There’s this thing that I do,
​That we do,
Sometimes
When we love.


When we love,

I, we...
hear but don’t see,
stand firm in the quick sand,
fight and lose simultaneously,
with or without your outstretched hand.

When we love,
it heals and it serves
and it leaps and it blurs all sharp edges,

for you.

But for us...

But for us...

What will it do?

​
- A. Voice

I’m a lot of things,
Seen and unseen.

I’m a lot of things.
All the time,
I am.

Your joy is my business.
Your stories my favorite to hear
because you’re my friend.

I oil your scalp and massage your head.
Begrudgingly at times, sure.
But we’re forever family.

I talk to you at any time.
You sought me out,
Your daughter never to be orphaned.

I vow to take of care of you,
To listen and think and fight until lost.
An oath awaits for me to take.

I think too much.
I talk even more.
I feel even more than that.

I create the tangible
and the intangible.

I practice the good I know
As best I can,
Imperfectly,
Obviously.
The rest I’m still learning.

This could go on and on
with not one apology.

I am a lot of things.
I always have been
these things and more... At times
these things and less.

But all the time
I am a lot of things.

All the time,
I am.

​- A. Voice