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.