Self-Description #1

I am a rosey blush with teal sparks,

a curvy goddess

that swirls and bops to 

a jazzy ballad in a smoky room.

I am the number 18, full of beginnings,

a roll-top desk with hidden compartments

living in a sunset

in a sultry, mountainous forest.

I am a deciduous tree

shedding fear each year with

passionate acceptance hidden 

behind my eyes.

A curious conundrum,

I let go of nothing

and everything.

I've forgotten how to forgive myself, 

and then I remember 

that my soul is old

and knows all the answers 

to my questions.