As always
In the shadows
As you dance onto
The scene
With hair and skirt
Fanning out around you
Like a halo
A woman's charms
All her own
Her secrets
Buried deeply
All these years
Begin to show
Around her eyes
And her laugh lines
Furrow deeply
Into worry
And the scars
She held tightly
On the inside
Begin to shape her
Anew
Once a young girl
Full of promise
Full of life
Now feels old
And withered inside
Where she once held
Her female charms
Became a chasm of
Despair and anger
That she uses as a weapon
To deflect any hint of softness
Taken these days too often
As weakness
And that she shows only
In these shadows in which I stand
Watching memories of myself
Play across my mind
Of the days before
My reality came home
With ribbons undone.
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