Reflections: the woman I am...

Here I try to create a serious poem but alas! I think I have failed. :(

I am...
A woman
Full of energy, and spontaneity
Somewhere in vastness of this earth...
With eyes not quite of aspen's gold,
Nor am I a blue-eyed soul,
Neither am I, an ordinary brown-eyed Susan.

I sit and wonder
if love is a tale made of dew--
A granting of sweet dreams in their purity too--
A mint leaf of freshness
Covered in chocolate delight.

I listen...
And at a distance I hear a low, gentle whisper
a southing voice, I look around with a hopeful heart,
Imagine a dark, cold night,
The wind is whistling, and it is raining…
Fear overcomes you
Then suddenly, the dawn of morning appears
Drops of light shine through the clouds
And a rainbow appears
Can smell spring flowers in the air,
A racy scent,
Hovering over the summer days
This is love.

I see
A woman, proud, and unyielding,
A bit pretentious, daring
Like a pilot flying through a thunderstorm
Piquant as pepper -- more jubilant than a cheerleaders cheer,
Punchier than a child at play
adding flavor to all withered souls
Like salt, seasoning a gourmet dish...

I want
A measure of tranquility—a certain calmness,
a yodel that echoes in the stillness of the Rockies
A serene smile to find solutions
To the vastness of my problems,
An Indifference to a world of sadness;

I am radiant
A sun that transmits heat, warming…
like a child--filling life with laughter
He gives me strength that which God affords me--
And so, I can persist, I live each day,
Enjoying every waking moment...

My emotions...
Too plentiful-- to be directionless,
Too real to be imaginary, and yet the familiar eyes
Hold much recognition -- only my reflection --
Anchored in place, affixed by the will...

I sense ...
The downy wings of hope, in wonder,
Alone and warming of his 5 wits;
the bald eagle in the belfry sits,
with integrity, self-assured ...

I worry...
Of failed opportunities; that in my longing for success
I have forsaken all -- but oh, what reward,
what divine inspiration should light the journey to accomplishment --
And how can I heed the signs.

I astounded...
For having such strength of character, for holding on like an ironclad,
And then, when by the sweat of my soul, tired
I am lifted, a cup full--not half emptied, and I smile again
For what hard work, and effort, is not lost;
I am a hopeful woman...

With the understanding...
That life is what you make it,
that sometimes, there is a shade of gray,
that marks your triumphs dimly,
Then, suddenly, in a rush there is color
Like a bountiful harvest...
Hold on...

Hold on I say
to a life shaped,
by family & friends--molded and formed--
But as always, the core of us remains,
In a world that is constantly changing,
As the earth remains,
Until rejuvenated
Like a flower blooming
After a cold winter

I am dreaming...
Of the tallest mountain, reaching
Climbing, a step upward--not looking back
Of wolves that wander in the forest with purpose,
pushing me to the top-until alas, I made it.

I try
To persist, determined
that merely the struggle holds power;
a dose of inspiration may last a day, while
a dose of determination spans lifetime.

I hope
That my light carries you through,
that love is meant for sharing, that feeling
Wields influence in the words evoked,
And that my writing motivates you.

I am
a woman,
who is intrepid and free