Me

I am pretty
I am gritty
I am deep and defined

I’m like a locust
I’m sharply focussed
But I need my wings to unwind

I’m like a flower
Sometimes I sour
Trimmed vexation
Not out of line

I am a mother
Sometimes I smother
He’s been shipped and he is mine

I’m a lover
Under the covers
Sometimes I’m naughty and unlined

I’m impassioned
Never rationed
Less impurities; more refined

But I’ve been shattered
That I never mattered
To the people whom I am tied

I’ve been hardened
I’ve never pardoned
Those who’ve hurt me;
Those who’ve lied

I’m a survivor
An acclaimed arriver
The stars are teeming and have realigned

I am a loner
An established owner
I now have contentment in my rind