Reconcile
I was born a child
Full of fire
Upon the HiLine Plains
I burnt across them
Full of wild desire
To learn
Quiet rhythms
Quiet secrets
Quiet loneliness
Shown to few
With patience
I grew on the back
Of a tall bay horse
Jasper made me
Feel free
Feel flight
Feel pain
As I wept
His head in my lap
The light in his eyes
Leaving their familiar
Place
I lived on the reservation
They are not easy to course
Full of humor
Full of tradition
Full of pain
It toughened
It tanned
My hide
These things made
Me who I am
Knowing
Life is raw
Life is real
Life is not
A promise
The stories
The people
The place
Have made me
Puruse
A life to illustrate them
To record them
To share them with the world
But I feel
I have lost myself
I straddle two worlds
Am I an artist?
Am I a cowgirl?
Am I able
To reconcile
These two parts
Of a whole?