I am (not) what you think I am.
I am entirely what you think I should be.
(Except there is a twist.)
I am the water of a lake,
as smooth as glass.
(The calm that comes before the storm.)
You can see the bottom (but it is deeper than you think.)
The light reaches the bed of rock (but cannot fill every crack.)
It is teeming with fish (and sharks too.)
(there are whales and walruses and mermaids,
for this is not a lake; it’s the ocean)
life is everywhere.
I am glorious to swim in
for my current will rock you softly
and hold you high.
(but I could drown you should it suit my fancy.)
I am (the maiden.) the mother. (and the crone.)
A (three) face (Celtic goddess) who wears a smile close to her heart.
(and a scowl on her sleeve.
I am not often angry, but when I am,)
I am prepared for anything.
I am a fire (and a hurricane too,)
because my heart is warm
(Although, I must say that when I rain, I pour.
Fire bends before water)
and I will (wash you out unless I) care.
(Do not mistake me.
It is in my nature to care.
I care so much my chest aches.)
So run into my arms (while they are open.)
and I will hold you close.
I love easy (because I choose optimism)
and forgive often.
(at my own expense.)
You can trust me.
I am not complicated.
(in comparison to anyone else.
Everyone is equally as messy as I am.)
I am everything you imagine me to be,
(but also what you wouldn’t expect.)
and that is a fact,