Child/Crone

Why can't you see me???????
I have the wide open eyes of a child...open to the wonder of the world...open to the mysteries that dwell in the liminal spaces, the corners and the cracks. I see it all. I hunger for those breaks in the 'normal'. I would wander the world in search of them.
I have the open heart of a child....innocent of malice, ready to receive, and always ready to give,give,give. I have the easy sensuality of a goddess, and the earthy nature of a creature of the forest. I am raw and powerful. Gentle and filled with wonder. Hot and dark and ravenous.
But,here, in the 'real world', I am doomed to grow older and am expected to become less than the truth of what I really am. And everyone I know is DETERMINED to make this happen. Except me.
My years as a woman have only just begun....but to the world in which I dwell I am already a crone. Time to put myself away and let the remainder of my years on Earth dwindle away. NO! I cannot allow this. I am glorious. I can feel this glory and it must be allowed its free rein or I will surely die of its burning.