Fierce.

This woman is like an army in front of me
Like a great tiger out of hibernation
Everything about her uniform is strong
She is oiled like snakeskin

I forget, you have forgotten her before the hiberation
and that great dark winter but she watched
hovering from the north west east south borders of you

and you hidden in the corner, did not know me
before the winter, cracking brittle icicle heart
that underneath she, is entirely fierce

you over there could not know, you there have pushed it from your mind

that i am always summer. always like an unshakeable,
immovable living oak tree, a cedar, fragrant I am drenched
in some internal sunshine, I am always summer merely beneath snow

my blazing flesh becoming sacred, holiness of ash and ice
i have a secret, layers of secrets over hidden things and the most
furthest hidden thing in my heart beating like a drum

i do not need to feel happy to be happy
happiness is in me like spring, summer and snow
now that I have remembered

how to roar from within to always be warm
the dancing hunt of the tiger, the flight of the dove
do not forget me again (I will not forget myself)

I do not need to be happy as some people need happiness
or melancholy as fuel, not to be happy or sad
the deepest melancholy is joy to me in summer, spring or snow

I fear nothing, I am not burdened by desire – I am freer
than one who tries to satisfy the burn, the burn instead delights me
i do not need to feel happy to be happy

I am fierce, like summer.
Fearless with this army standing with me.