Who is she? That’s a tough one.
It depends on the day you ask.

Some days she is a learner craving knowledge
and eager for new skills.

Some days she is an adventurer navigating the world in awe
with the curious eyes of a newborn.

Some days she is a caretaker
forgetting all about herself,
where she is going or what she must do,
and instead of focusing all of her energy on nurturing you,
listening to you,
entertaining you,
loving you.

Some days she is an eagle cruising the wind
with no worries or boundaries
about what else she can do or be.

Some days she is a boulder crushed in place by the world -
with endless dreams of what else she can do or who else she can be
and no way out of where she is stuck.

Some days she is the sun
bringing happiness with her beaming spirit
and feeling overwhelmed by her own brightness.

Some days she is something.
She days she is lost.
Some days she is moving.
Some days she just won’t.

Who is she? That’s a tough one,
if you want to be concise.

She is everything and she is nothing.
It depends on the day you ask.

She is a dreamer.
She is a pessimist.
She is an optimist.
She is love.

She is clarity
and confusion.
She is sunrise.
She is dawn.

Who is she? That’s a tough one.
Don’t pretend like you can know.
She is one thing and she is many
coexisting in her soul.

Who is she?
Stop asking.
No one can possibly know.

She is yesterday.
She is today.
She is…
what she is yet to become.