I am a traveler’s guide.
Across my back I’ve carried mountains,
Explored and conquered.
I am a geographer’s nightmare.
In my hands I have held the canyons of time.
Uncharted and wild.
I am a hiker’s favorite trail.
Along my spine I’ve hidden tensions,
Challenged and silent.
I am a journalist’s terror.
In my throat I’ve nested lies,
Spoken and believed.
I am a sailor’s tale.
From my lips I have sung stories of love and fate and death,
Unending and relentless.
I am an astrologist’s dream.
In my eyes I’ve birthed galaxies,
Colored and life-giving.
I am a warrior’s home.
In my heart I’ve collected love,
Warm and inviting.
I am a photographer’s inspiration.
Over my skin I have a map of marks,
Undeniable and significant.
I am an adventurer’s spirit.
In my lungs I’ve held the screams of exploration,
Yearning and unruly.
I am a writer’s puppet.
In my mind I have taken different faces,
Complex and ever-changing.
I am my own worst enemy.
Over my body I have tangled strings of traps and restraints,
And yet I still fight.
I am my own true love.
In my heart is a sea of endless adoration,
And it is all for me.