Sanguine

Two words characterize the White Wolf Woman,

  give voice to feelings residing deep within me,

  govern my response to the anarchy set loose

  to destroy everything presumed sacrosanct.

Sanguinity - optimistic, complacent, oblivious.

  Yes, one might reason that my countenance

  reflects my naïveté, indifference, lethargy.

  Yet there is untold depth to this narrative.

Practicing self-awareness, evaluating for

  proof I succumbed to spiritual bypass,

  employing spiritual rationalizations

  to evade and hide from the reality.

No

A phenomenon entirely different.

  It heralds a reality enveloping

  and surpassing the tempest.

  That alone stirs sanguinity.

Equanimity  - mental, emotional equilibrium,

  stability, notably when experiencing stress.

  Even as the storm foments into a tempest

  a profound quietude alights in my heart,

  galvanized by the advancing tempest.

There is no accident to this unfolding.

  White Wolf Woman now awakened,

  emancipates the gifts native to me,

  liberated at last to gift back to life.

Poised, the threshold of tomorrow,

  ready to live the time for which

  I was born, to gift what I may,

  Sanguinity, equanimity, all.