I can’t be boxed in.
I may show attraction or revulsion.
I broadcast power, alongside of vulnerability.
I contribute, in equal measure, to comfort and tension.
I am handmaiden of acceptance, but also weapon of disapproval.
I can express submission or defiance, respect or disdain, connection or detachment.
I am bright, when golden; dark, when guarding secrets of the grave.
I am fence around wisdom, yet marker of incapacity.
I accompany heartfelt joy, as well as intense grief.
I confide, even as I conceal.
I am… silence.