Lighting the Fire, a poem of awakening by Joni Sturgill

She is the wind...

both

a gentle breath to ease the heat of the sun,

and a tempest of lightning and passion.

She is free...

uninhibited and willing

to breathe in both desire … and comfort

without fear.

She was hiding behind a wall...

in a box...

high on a shelf...

Until the light rushed in,

Until the time came to reunite with all pieces of the puzzle,

And now she knows she is whole.

She is free...

She is the wind...  

She is me.