Aura of a woman

I am a woman forsaken-
In the hour glass of life
Reveries followed me
In the steep cycling path
I am an awful woman
I am to conquer the unexplained
Love kindles my passion
And rescues me from withering
And stops the curdling of red in my vein
My heart resonates sometimes
And marches to unknown conduits
I see trapping clogs here and there
I won’t stop; I will face and show up
In communion with the world of miracles
Lest I will be scripted for a historical sleep
Yes I am a woman mercurial
And volatile like a fluid which
Beholds an universal truth of acceptance
I want to get forged to rename
The ultimate blow resistance of my life
And I am a gazer of the popping stars
And play nocturne for them to sleep loud
And folks, I am a woman not episodic
And not odd as people think
I repeat my unique life
Over and over the fleeting centuries!