Intense

I am a gentle soul. I weep at the sound that the rain makes as it dances with the pavement.

I break when others break. I am weak with awe at the sight of a sunset or the twinkling of softened lights. I am overcome with emotion at the mere thought of suffering.

But I am intense too, even fearless sometimes. I do not hesitate to fight battles. I am full of wilderness and passion and scars that did not come to grace this body without tremendous sacrifice. I do not let the world tell me how to be. I am what I am.