There I am, larger than life, a myth created by others.
Looming tall, taller still, an icon of strength,
Made so by the belief of many. A story made real by the
Needs of those around me, a pattern that breathes
And then becomes me. I ride her shadow, knowing not
Whether I should step into her, exhale, inhale, draw
The very life of her into my soul and let them merge. One
Being, Amazonian, bringer of wisdom and peace,
Bearer from the dawn of time, with answers ready and
Arms outstretched, keeper, lover, leaper of flames.
If it is she who lives in their eyes, what then is left of me?
By Ruth A. Souther