Who Are You?

I can make a true song about me myself
Tell of my journey from child to woman:

Life giver
Warmth tending
Fire maker
Arm holder.

A song of flower laden grass miles, the many trodden ways.
Of how, once the clear sky had clouded, my self became fog covered. The certainty of youth grows into ivy covered walls:

Knife thrower
Ear breaker
Soul stabber
Heart wrecker.

Often have I wandered, direction hidden.
I sought:
Bread giver
Boat harbour
Key hook.

Let us ponder then
where our homes are and think how we should get there.