you.

You, you are so much. You are the books you read, the films you watch, the dreams you have and the late night conversations. You are the music you listen to and you're stitched together with the lyrics.  You are the remnants of your adventures and good quotes and the sound of the ocean and the trees you climbed. You are the people you have loved. You are the moon and the stars, the blades of grass and the smell of coffee. An over thinker, over drinker and over lover. You move with passion, splintering chaos, stained hands and mischief.  You have a soul that moves mountains, makes others weep and runs deeper than hell. You are the storm, the havoc, the compassion, the thunder and the love. A lady, a fighter, a healer. You will be wrecked and your pieces will scatter everywhere. And you will be rebuilt by the wind, the river, the sunshine and the moonlight. They will return to you every piece of yourself you gave away to every creature you ever touched, every lover, every hater, and you will be empowered and complete. You will be whole and you will smile. You are a warrior, bold and brave and beautiful. You will share your magic and be kind and laugh and then you will allow someone to come in and shatter you again and the cycle will continue and you will once again teach invaluable lessons and help the weak to quell their demons. You will always push back the darkness.