WHO AM I?

The nature of writing a bio lends itself to "I am" sentences.

A list of labels and credentials,

none of which glimpse

the true essence of a person.

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I could say...

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I am Australian.

I am a storyteller.

I am an introvert... with extrovert tendencies.

I am an explorer.

I am a woman.

I am a little girl.

I am an old, old lady.

I am a writer.

I am a singer.

I am a skydiver.

I am in love... and some days I hate that love.

I am a music student.

I am a hooper.

I am a fire dancer.

I am a reader... when I remember to put my damn phone down.

I am a healer.

I am a sister.

I am a daughter.

My mother is a widow.

And I miss my Dad every day.

I miss my Mum, too.

I am loyal.

I am a liar.

I am a covert manipulator.

I am a needy wretch.

I am a violent destroyer.

I am a resentful victim.

I am a taking violator.

I am a caretaker.

I am addicted.

I am a punisher.

I am the empty void.

I am an entitled innocent.

I am jealous... and the harder I pretend I'm not, the worse it feels.

I am a greedy monster.

I am a dominant controller.

I am an arrogant disdainer.

I am the best and worst friend you'll ever have.

I am a bad influence... and I'm reclaiming that

because I've come to see that people actually want 

bad influences

to permission them

to do things

they deep-down know

they really want to do. 

I am a dancer... I once convinced myself otherwise,

but the dance lives on

in the marrow of my bones.

I am a fairy.

I am a witch.

I am a soul.

I am part of the matter and energy that cannot be destroyed.

I am stardust.

I am water.

I am molecules. 

I am a tyrant.

I am a trail blazer.

I am a lone wolf. 

I am a pioneer.

I am a person who hides when they're not okay.

I am determined to live many different lives in one life.

I am a miracle - not a mistake.

I am a keeper of secrets.

I am connected with nature.

Feathers.

Leaves.

Lightning.

Connectedness.

Patterns.

I am a warrior.

I am a beast.

I am a child.

I am karmic retribution.

I am a Goddess.

I am a Priestess.

I am The Devil.

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And remember... The Devil needs love, too! 

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Who am I?

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I am all and none of these things.

I am a magical being who lives

in avoidance

of limiting definitions.

Where I give myself permission

to be a novice,

there I find

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free

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expression