It's Me...Whoever That Is

Hello.  It's me.  Whoever that is.

Who am I?  Don't ask me.  I don't know.

Ask me twice and I'll say, "I'm an oxymoron."

And you'll look at me sideways and chuckle.  Slap my shoulder cuz you think I'm joking. 

And I'll smile.  Of course.  Because that's what I do when I'm being completely serious, but you don't think I am.  And you'll think to yourself, "She's just kidding."  You think.

I'm wild at heart, but domesticated.  And I like it.  For the most part.  Wild and free to be me in the moment, whoever she is at stroke of the clock...rockin' hard, not able to stop.  And the next day: hair smoothed down, straightened out, donning a dirty apron in the kitchen whipping up brownies, rolls, roast, and salad dressing.  Kissing owies and wiping noses. 

Oxy.  Moron.

Pissed off like a Fire Ant, but as soft as French Silk.  That's also me.

Oxy. Moron.

Guns, weightlifting, and testosterone; hoorah!!  Pearls, heels, and acrylic nails.  That's also me.

Oxy. Moron.

Health nut, medical researcher, herbalist.  Cheeto's, butt-laods of ice cream and candy binges.  Yup, that's me.

Can you say, "oxymoron?"

I knew you could.


Loves people, wants to help, there in your time of need.  Hates people, wants a cave to hide in, or a mountain to get lost on.  Also me.  That's right:

Oxymoron.

Full of hope, ready to live life, hitting challenges straight on.  Wishing for eternity to come quickly, skies too gray to fly in, overwhelmed because the toothpaste lid got lost.  Uh-huh.  That's me.

Oxymoron.

Wait a minute.  I think I have the wrong word.

Bipolar.

Hmmmmmmm....