I am like a soft, warm, undefined, gentle mist. I feel as if I am often in soft focus, background music to the dance of life. Rarely do I share my true opinion, and even more rarely is it appreciated.
When I do stand for something, I have been told that I'm intimidating, sharp, dangerous. So, I defend those who can't defend themselves, and when I am done I dissolve again into smoke. I fear I am not enough, but also too much.
So, this is my journey: to step into the light, define my edges, and become more comfortable with my claws. Onward, and ever clearer.
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