temporary heartache lifts as thoughts slowly release gently into impending hibernation enduring thickly wet burdened burnt umber leaves giving pause to reflect
she is delayed with sloggy mid-mud emergence for only moments
and like it,
slowly becoming
the lotus woman
opening up to all she is as desired
weathering inner onion layers thick with sobbing storms that once cried out resembling tornado alleys echoing banshee wails, she sheds then wipes tears heavy and burdened by regrets surrendering salty and true
delightedly lifting now by shifting light
feathery and softening sharp imagined
edges once ruffled up by life
gently easing and into a smoothed out version undulating and uplifted
by laughter that’s known bitter roots cut deep left with nothing but to heal
content with Rapunzel hair flowing unfettered and tamed by wiley brushes with near-death showing thriving beyond surviving is paramount for authentic living
greying at the temples, gossamer once yet, still growing without split nor abandon
with no longer need for towers nor shining armor knights with agenda
enjoying an acquired taste for her body’s new softness in places where once were firm enough to bounce any quarter
quickly flipping free in
her embodiment of a woman embrassing crone status
now beyond shackles imposed by anti-social morés and constricting stigmatic paradigms followed blindly but with hopeful intent
embracing an embroidery of scars running across a universe of sun-kissed freckled skin replete with crow’s feet imprints now becoming evidence of fast lane living loving each looking at them
as merely mid-life tattoos,
only with better stories
of a deeper meaning
worn gently badges in testimony
to not just living but alive while
she is becoming a woman who
knows she’s a warrior
not a worrier
fully pledged standing in allegiance to loving still and will, in fact, inspite, of at times being forlorn she knows in time
that whatever comes,
she will endure.
she is becoming a deeply worn weathered basket carrying only precious cargo
handled well, willing to carry anything with grace and gratitude despite how heavy her arms holding polished patina and facing
anything- that- comes-up-able
learning to now let go of any superfluous weights that good-for-nothings
disguised-as-everythings
once upon a times seemingly in perpituity held her down against her will or because of it is evaporating eventually leaving existential lesson
she is becoming the woman she’s longed for;
the comforting lover
ferocious and tender,
unyielding to accept anything but unconditional love for self as others worthy of such with caveat no cruelty allowed in this house of cards that has battled blowhards’ wind fallen
the grown up daughter with shy and stoic beginnings who is no longer willing to be silent in speaking her mind over matters of personal dogma despite dismissive envy from the bloodline tribe
who still believes in pleasant surprises, holds on to nothing but faith in karmic retribution being real for both kind and nefarious acts upon any sentient being and will eventually show true colors even ones that tumble from her own lips on occasion standing by her side when all else failed
what was said with conviction despite minor teetering on occasion now is fodder for the reflecting pool
she, becoming illuminated, brighter with each full moon and sunrise knowing with each cycle of the days knowing that every moment has at the very least an inkling of light despite darkness knowing she is becoming this woman she’s wanted, yearned for for decades
who knows she’ll continue growing
who knows she’s more than sufficient
who knows she’s precious,
who knows she’s rare
who knows she is plenty
plenty enough to handle but refuses to be handled with any unnecessary roughness
who knows that her kindness will never again be mistaken for weakness,
who knows hat she is a glittering warrior queen and despite foibles falling along will always again rise
she is becoming the woman that is plenty enough just as she is.
