I've seen her spend years
trying to mash wrinkles with her thumbs,
rolling music from eyelashes and buckles at the waist -
melting into change -
when change is what terrifies her the most.
She wants a breath to whisper
how brave she is,
courageous in the face of fire,
holding swords close and clouds closer -
but silence is all she hears.
Britt, another fantastic write by you which speaks volumes to me and is like music to the ears and chocolates to the mouth lol.. You always want more, right?
I love the title and it's really different in my opinion especially as swords are hard and well, cloud fluffy apparently.
1/ The imagery is superb and I imagine a woman who has the weight of the world on her shoulders but tries to cover it up with makeup and when she looks in the mirror she sees a woman older than her time because of the stress and the pain but one who is still beautiful though these hard times have shaped her as they would with anyone. I'm guessing and though change is/was needed she couldn't come to terms with it.
2/ How beautifully sad is this? I have no words for this.