I am simple and I am plain. I am also wayward and reckless, and sometimes I cry because I feel put upon to be a certain type of person.  Most times I just keep silent, and become depressed when it gets to be too much; then I wish I had words to loose upon the Earth, no matter how petty, how volatile, or how childish.  I am a usually calm, worn-down representative of imperfection.  The shelter I seek is not what it seems.  I do not run to a place where I can drink alcohol in excess, or to a place where some sort of powdery, crystal tinted substance gleams in a tiny line down the table.  My shelter is between the covers of a book or a notebook.  My shelter is the rock of my life, my husband.  My shelter is my faith in the Goddess.  I am not a crazed, addicted shadow of myself…  Rather I am a mirror image which constantly changes.  I am conflict, confusion, contest, contentment, and controversy.  I am constancy because I never depart from my true self.  I never tire of being the changeling.