He frequents her mind
The smell of Lagerfeld
brought your face to the
forefront of my mind today.
The curve of your jaw
cutting into my memories
with a hard jar of realization.
Love dies not without
being smothered or
abandoned in the still quiet
Marathon watching Sex and the City
recalling the Mr. Big in her life story.
He brought her soul to life each time
he gifted her with his time and presence.
But she was never enough as he chose
others instead over her meager offerings.
So much time she gifted him, she
never became a part of a sisterhood.
How she regrets not finding her
Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda.
How she regrets Mr. Big…
This morning I woke to a message that my blog has reached 100 followers.
That’s nothing less than amazing to me. Amazing to think there there have been 100 people who have taken a moment to read something that I wrote, clicked on the *follow* link and occasionally stop back by to read something else. I know it’s not much compared to most, but it feels like a lot to me.
I can honestly say that I have visited each one of your blogs, read as much as I can and always find something that moves me or challenges me to keep going. What a lovely community you are.
I am grateful, so thank you. Thanks ever so much…
False bravery lies behind
a monitor and keyboard.
Tap, tap, tapping away
full of hypocrisy and hate.
Bullies too afraid to
face their victims face to face.
Cowards uploading their
vicious attacks against flesh and bone.
All from a safe distance
basking in the glow of their lit screens…
words allowing expression
hearts capable of forgiveness
eyes open to new experiences
dreams leading to fresh starts
time distancing pain & sorrow
for these she remains
She’s just a girl
regardless of her age.
Just a beauty
in her own right.
Just flesh & blood
vulnerable to your judgment.
Just a fighter
willful & defiant.
Head held high
when you dare to think.
That she is
just a girl…
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