Mind, Heart, Spirit-Muse

Mind.
She loves grease beneath her nails
Pushing the envelope of physical
Beyond the definition of feminine.
She hears the sound of powerful engines
As it enters her ears and awakens
Her pelvis
Unnatural to a woman
She fills an office
With an aura of power
And delegates strategically
Where they should sit
To manage today's conquest
With perfection and profit.
With a flare for risk
And a taste for adrenaline

Heart.
She is wide eyed
Searching for hidden color
In the faces she sees
The sunsets she adores
She feels pain
Behind the eyes of the silent
And tries desperately to reach it
Sooth it
With the warmth of a mother's kiss
On a scraped knee.
Secretly
She removes her 1" heals
To feel small again
Allowing herself to be cradled
For once.
She allows strategy to fall
In hopes of experiencing
Only this moment
Where she can just be.
She picks up a paintbrush
And begins to paint life
In the shades of beauty she sees
When looking beyond what is shown
Her clothes are baggy
Made for colorful hand prints
Of paint on her thighs
As emotion takes on texture

Spirit.
She is alive and vibrant
Seeking with all 5 senses
To experience every second.
Afraid
To close her eyes
Because she might miss something
Life is an artistic acquisition
As she strategically searches
For the ability to record
Every detail.
In words.
In pictures.
In emotion.

She collides
With her whole self
Denying nothing
Hiding nothing
This is her muse.