Unconquered

Sometimes I have felt like I will crumble like a house of cards. 
At other times, I feel I am made of something beautifully strong from within, fashioned from fire.
I have spent the better part of the past two years searching and cultivating this core of strength. I feel it is an integral part of me now. 
From drawing strength from external forces, I have gone to being at peace with myself and my quirks. 
I go to sleep at night knowing that I can be both vulnerable and strong and equally comfortable with both. 
It is who I am and after years I feel comfortable being true to myself. 
I am the baby that played with bulls and stray animals wherever she went. 

The shy teenager who studied and read poetry aloud till late at night and spun her own fictional world.
The story teller who loves to weave fantasies.
The problem solver who can go from stunningly panic-stricken to icily calm in minutes.
The woman who loves to cook and the smell of warm cake and coffee around the house. 
Also the writer stay who travels far and wide with her books and plays with words.
The painter who uses wide swathes of colour to present sweeping emotions. 
The eternal dreamer. A love, and a lover of people. 
And expectant of the times ahead. 
Looking forward to live, love and travel. 
To look within a lot, to break out a little.