Untitled Farewell to You

I would rather that you remember me as ... stout and self-reliant in personality- yet, at times, feeble in whole.

Remember me as the person who weeps,

As well as the person who speaks-

with the pitch of a roaring Lioness.

Remember my feet as they ran- frighten by the shadows I stalked in, yet, striding to anew found freedom, foreign to me.

Remember the moments I gave, the moments I shared ... the moments I stole ... But know I wasn't wrathful, I was not a label.

I rather you not remember me as a pained, frighten child- forced to age into a broken void of a lost woman.

But, remember that I blossomed into the strength I saw as weakness, into the pain I saw as shackles-

And remember ... I'm not the formula of current and old burdens- I'm not the mistakes you see;

I am a Human.

I am a Woman.

And I am Me.