Take Me As I Am

They are both alone. She is looking at him with red wet eyes. He's staring, like he's dreaming. He's listening, he's caring. She lifts to her face a sheet of paper she's been holding. It's wet with her tears, it weeps of her fears. She gives a slight sob as she starts to read . . . this is a part of her world, nothing like a fantasy. She wonders, "If he doesn't take this, then what I am doing?!? If he can't take me as I am, then who ever will." . . . She starts again to utter the syllables, and this time it comes out stronger, this time her voice grows more noble . . . she says:

Here I am, waiting . . . waiting for you to show me a part of your heart . . .
Waiting to catch a glimpse, of some love from inside
I wish you could see my soul, I wish you could feel it yearn,
So then I wouldn't seem so shy, when it comes to you and I
You strike me as someone so dear, so sweet, so full of strength
I watch how you fight through your pain, every time you pass my way
I would love to be apart, and support you through life
But you've got to let me in, and I've got to open up

I don't know what to do anymore, I've been hurt so much
I don't know how to say how I feel, I don't know how to share my world
I wonder if you'll be patient, and bear with all my trials
I wonder if you'll get tired of me, and not be there when I cry
I sometimes wind up all alone, with no one by my side
Even in my strong core, there's times I need somewhere to hide

I am fierce, I am strong, I am right, never wrong;
I speak up, I can be mean, I'll always be there, for anything;
I'll pull you, I'll fight with you, I will scream, I'll be in defiance towards you;
No games, that's my way, I'm sure, I don't like to waver;
I won't mess with your heart, and never decide, don't mess with mine, don't make me cry;
My soul sings, my brain dreams, my heart soars, my mouth can roar;
I have dreams, and I have goals, if you can stand me, you'll pay a toll;
because . . .

I AM superwoman: everyday, always, powerful AND strong! NO ONE can tear me down, NO ONE can take away my roots. My fierceness rides on in the think of the battle . . . For I AM a fierce superwoman, and I HAVE strength to do it all . . .

. . . she looks back up at him, to read his face. His eyes are steady, he makes no weird gaze. At that point it's over, she's lost something; nothing she needed, nothing to hold onto . . . her fear goes away, and she falls in love right then and there. "It is beautiful," she thinks as he leans in towards her to embrace her with strength. "This is lovely," she says, and they hold each other and watch the rain beat down . . . her heart begins to sound . . . she hears a thumping . . . she races . . . all the while he is steady. He is no prince charming, he is no hero, he is no savior, . . . what he represents, is the other half of her core, the one that was missing.