I Am Her

There was something familiar about the face,

It took me a moment to realise that the stranger had my own eyes and some of my own features,

But the woman stranger was not a self potrait, 

No! Instead she was what I wished to be,

An every woman who is shadowed, powerful, regal, complete in herself and compelling because of it.

She was the woman who had a soul,

That which is of the eternal kind,

The type poets writes about and legends are written of.

She was ME and I was HER...