I’m Myth.

July 31.

Again, I say.

I’m the 8th wonder of the world.

So skillfully crafted by God.

I’m like that creature that’s half man-half horse.

Half lion-half eagle.

I’m the true embodiment of “Half man-half amazing”.

All woman.

I’m a mythological creature

The kind that only exists in a child’s dreams

And in Narnia

With simplicity of soul

Yet, too complex for the human mind to understand

Too rich for the human heart to love whole

Too diverse to be one thing

One person

With virtues that grown men strive to attain

And little men stamp unreachable

I’m the creature that emerged from swirling dust

From the breath

And by the hand of God.

I’m true magic

Without wands

Just words

He made me on the 7th day… just before he rested.

Yes, I’m that special.

That different.

So I must not offend him…

For to whom much is given, far more is demanded.

He has put much beneath my feet

But I fall prostrate at his.

I must not be proud

Or negligent.

For from him, I draw sustenance.

This world holds nothing for a creature such as I.

To him, I will account for my days

For how I have used my “pixie dust”

For how many talents I have made out of the sack full I received.

I’m like David…

Blessed beyond recognition

God’s chosen one.

A woman after his own heart.

But like David, his judgement will be harsh

His strike will be swift.

And like David

I will draw back

Fall to my knees

Recognize my errors.

Because I will remember,

Always,

That “just because I’m Magic

Doesn’t mean I’m not real”