I’m a beautiful woman trapped inside this aging bag of bones
I’m a foolish dancer straining to contain the pent up energy.
I’m tired when the 3 a.m. wake up call comes
But awed by the 5 a.m. painted sky dawn.
My wishes are telegrams addressed to those in charge
My lofty intentions tattooed on my soul
My ambition battles with patience
And vulnerability feuds
with unconditional love.
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